Free Wolves among men by penelope sweet

continued with his treatment.
     
    “ He was looking for a
fight,” I spoke quietly, shocked and a little confused. He nodded
lightly in response. “He attacked a waitress in front of a lot of
people; it was like he didn’t care.”
     
    “ They run on pure emotion;
Anger, hatred and sometimes fear but that doesn’t happen
often.”
     
    “ How do you know all of
this?” I asked again hoping that this time he would offer me even
the smallest of explanations.
     
    “ You must be honest with
me young man, if I am going to treat her well.” I took a deep
breath the sweet aroma had faded into a sour stench and I noticed
the liquid in the bowl had turned a sickly brown. I sighed deeply
and shook my head.
     
    “ What do you want to
know?”
     
    “ I need to know what
happened to her.” He nodded toward Cordillia. The color had begun
to return to her face and I breathed a quick sigh of relief, hoping
that it was a sign that his treatment was working.
     
    “ I stopped him when he
attacked the waitress.” I began quietly. “He came after me as we
were leaving, that’s when Cordillia found us and he went after
her.” I sighed. “I did everything I could I swear,” I began but he
put his hand up to stop me as I spoke frantically.
     
    “ It’s okay, I believe you
but you must learn to control your emotions if you are to control
the beast within you,” he spoke as he returned to his work. He
stood up quickly taking the bowl with him and walked back to the
kitchen to empty the bowl and pour a fresh batch. I watched my
sister carefully as he walked quietly behind me, the redness in her
arm had retreated and I could feel myself becoming hopeful. He sat
back down next to me and began to wash her with the sweet water
again.
     
    “ This infection is not
biological, it is spiritual. That is what you must understand.
Doctors do not yet know the difference.” I listened carefully and
watched him as he worked slowly, I felt like I was in school again
and he was teaching me something I wanted so desperately to know. I
felt in my gut that if anyone could help us, help me it was
him.
     
    “ They look the same to
most people,” He continued. “But a human cannot come in contact
with something evil without suffering the consequence. It is like a
poison to them. The blackness that was in that man was what
infected her.” He looked at me and a grave concern washed over his
face. “She would have died in a hospital. You did the right thing.”
He smiled up at me.
     
    I wanted to speak, I had so many
questions but as soon as I got up the courage to ask the first one
I heard Cordillia groan on the couch.
     
    “ Ethan?” She whispered
without opening her eyes. I took her hand in mine and brushed her
hair away from her forehead as I answered her.
     
    “ I’m right here.” She
squeezed my hand gently before resting her head on the pillow and
falling back into sleep. I turned back to the old man and leaned my
back against the couch as he continued to work uninterrupted. “How
do you know all of this?”
     
    “ I told you, we can tell
the difference. We know when a sickness is spiritual or physical
and a spiritual sickness can only mean one thing.”
     
    “ By meeting something
evil.” I finished.
     
    “ No,” he spoke. “The evil
has to get into the body somehow. It got into you but the one that
got into this young woman was deadly to her.” The color left my
face and I choked on my words trying so hard to get them out. “Do
not worry young man; you’re under no danger here.”
     
    “ You know what I am?” I
asked him not sure if I wanted the answer.
     
    “ Yes,” he replied. “But I
wonder…” He thought for a moment as he put the rag back into the
bowl and gave me a gentle look. “Do you know what you
are?

Chapter Seven
     
     
     
    A long silence passed between us as I
searched for the right words to say. There was no doubt in my mind
that he could know what I was but could he really help me?