Free Wolves among men by penelope sweet Page A

I came
here searching for answers but I was left with more questions
instead.
     
    I looked over at Cordillia, her eyes
fluttered open slowly as the old man stood and walked quietly back
to the kitchen. She was smiling weakly but at least it was
something, the pink had returned to her cheeks and I breathed a
sigh of relief as I noticed the wound on her shoulder had begun to
show small signs of healing.
     
    “ Does it hurt?” I asked in
barely more than a whisper. Her eyes met mine and I was happy to
see the shine had started to return to them. She shook her head and
gripped my hand tightly, using me as leverage as she pulled herself
up slowly and rested her back against the arm of the couch. “I
think it worked.” I smiled over at the old man as he came back from
the kitchen with a fresh bowl.
     
    “ Not quite.”
     
    “ What do you mean? Look at
her.” I beamed as he knelt down in front of her and placed the
newly soaked rag on her shoulder and pressed it tight.
     
    “ She’s doing better you’re
right but she still has a long way to go.” Cordillia’s eyes
fluttered and her head fell back as she slipped into
unconsciousness once again. I caught her head in my hand and laid
her back down on the couch gently. “You see?” He turned to me as he
readjusted the rag. I nodded gently and followed his lead as he
stood from the floor, leaving the medicine soaked rag to do its
work. “Come with me.” He smiled as he placed his hand on my back
and led me back outside.
     
    The fresh air was nice I had to admit
but a part of me had little interest in truly enjoying it as I sat
in a weather worn wooden chair across from his. “So tell me; how
did you find your way here?” He asked.
     
    “ Cordillia suggested it.”
He nodded as he looked down at his feet.
     
    “ Who is Cordillia?” He
asked and in that moment I was more than a little embarrassed. In
all this time I hadn’t realized that I somehow lacked the good
manners for a proper introduction.
     
    “ Sorry, the girl in
there...” I motioned behind me. “She’s my sister Cordillia.” He
nodded softly.
     
    “ And you are?”
     
    “ Ethan,” I held my hand
out to him, smiling as he shook it gingerly. “Ethan Harlow.” He
nodded.
     
    “ I’m Robert.” He added as
he let go of me and leaned back in his chair.
     
    “ So how long has it
been?”
     
    “ Has what been?” I
smirked. He eyed me and somehow in that moment I knew just what he
was asking. I sighed heavily and leaned back in my
chair.
     
    “ Three months, maybe
four.” I answered with a shrug.
     
    “ You don’t
know?”
     
    “ I was in a coma.” I
explained. “After I was attacked I just went under and didn’t come
out of it for nearly a month.” He nodded as he listened.
     
    “ Have you hurt
anyone?”
     
    “ You mean besides that
freak at the diner?” I smirked. “No. I mean I almost did but I got
out of there before anything really bad happened.” I jumped
slightly as Cordillia began to scream from the house but before I
could get to my feet the old man placed a hand on mine and shook
his head. “I have to get in there.”
     
    “ It’s only a nightmare.
She has to go through this.” I threw myself back down in my chair
and sighed as I ran my hands over my face.
     
    “ So I just have to listen
to her scream like that?”
     
    “ Unfortunately
yes.”
     
    “ Why?” I
barked.
     
    “ I told you, coming into
contact with something evil has its consequences.”
     
    “ But....”
     
    “ This is just one of them.
She’s purging it from her system and if you want to help her you’ll
stay put,” he spoke sternly as he leaned back in his chair leaving
me with a choice. I didn’t want to but somehow I decided it was
best to listen to him and tried my hardest to stay concentrated on
him and not the sounds of suffering coming from the other
room.
     
    “ Have you seen this kind
of thing before?” he nodded and leaned back as he spoke.
     
    “ Once, a