Wolf Bait (Perry and Jonas)

Jonas

I glance down at her body. There's no sign of life, but it's just like her to play possum, isn't it? I remove the stickies and needles from her skin and set them on the counter. I've watched her sleep before and I can easily say that she's never looked so peaceful. I'm caught between wanting her to come back and wanting her to find the peace she's owed. It's more than selfish. I know that. She knows that. But I can't help the fluttering in my belly. I pull the office chair in the corner out and turn the lights off. I sit down listening to the ticking sound of the clock above the Doctor's desk. It's been twenty-two hours. It'll be a whole day in two more.

If she wakes up, how would I even begin to explain this to her? Everything will change. I've caught some changes over the last few weeks. The way her marks had faded. How she's been healing much faster. The changes in the tones of her skin. She's going to hate me for doing this to her. I shut my eyes for the first time in a while and I can see the look on her face as she died. The way she faded away in seconds. The sound of her telling me she loved me and that I had not failed her. No one has ever said those words to me with the conviction she had. I find comfort in them for a moment and I feel myself start to drift off.

"I told you I'd call if anything changed," I growl feeling someone in the room with me.

I

Jonas?"

I jump up at the sound of her voice. She's sitting up looking down at her hands.

"Perry

it comes out low, but her eyes snap to me.

Even in this lighting, I can see that her eyes are no longer brown. The soft regal lavender shades glow as she starts to panic. "What did I do?" she gasps. I'm at her side in an instant.

The moment my skin makes contact with her's a jolt of electricity shoots up my arm and I pull away at the same time she

"I'm so sorry," I find myself saying. "I do?

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how to fix this,"

"She's gone," a sob racks her body and she stumbles off the table. She growls at me when I reach to help her. I hold my hands up and take a step back.

I say her name and she growls at me again.

is this happening to me?" she cries. "Why?" sh

screams at the top of her lungs. Her newly found Lycan roar vibrates the walls around us. She looks around frantically and lunges for a tray with medical equipment on it. "This isn't fair,"

It takes me a split second to see that she's going for the scalpel. I launch myself over the operating table and miss her hand as she stabs the scalpel into her throat.

"No," I rip it out.

She starts scratching at me as I struggle to stop her from f***ng herself up more, I pin her against the table with her hands over her head as I try to put pressure on her wound. The bleeding stops and the wound begins to heal. She's choking on her blood but as her body heals the sounds she's making slowly turn into low sobs. She grips the other end of the table and screams. The door opens up behind me. "Get the f**k out," I shout without looking back.

"They all keep saying I deserve more," she cries out. "I don't want anymore!" she goes limp on the table. "I don't want

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anymore," she sobs. "F***k!"

I don't know what to say. We stay like this for a long time. Neither of us answers when there's a knock at the door.

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"If Het you go, will you stop?" I ask her. She nods and I release her arms. She stays there for a moment before she tries to stand straight.

"I don't feel good," she says. Her eyes roll back but she fights it and tries to look at me.

"You need to eat something. Maybe drink some water. You've been hibernating for a whole day,"

"What happened?" she asks.

"I don't-" I shake my head. She nods reaching up to cup my face. The mate's draw floods through me.

"It's

not your

fault," she says quietly. "I did this to myself. All the bad things I did. I did this to her," she covers her face and starts to cry again. "God, I'm sorry for dragging you into this," "Perry," the loor is ripped open behind me and Mackenzie barges in. "F***k you, Lycan King. You're not going to keep me from seeing her like you did my dad. She's my sister!" "Mack?" Perry looks between us. "Where are we?"

"Home. I brought you home so we could bury you properly. Mackenzie was here when we arrived,"

"Holy shit, Trash Bag. You're alive," Mackenzie laughs. "You had a big a**** hole in your chest but you're alive!"

Perry stares at her like she can't believe she's standing there. She looks at me and laughs.

"Yeah," she says disappointedly. "Looks like the universe is not quite done fucking me yet,"

"No offense, Perry but you look like a fucking vampire," she blurts out.

She flips on and it only makes it worse. There's a silver tint in her skin now. The sunkissed layers are gone. I didn't notice before but her hair is longer. A little past her shoulders. Her eyes are lighter than mine. "Better?" Perry asks.

She

the lights on

"Bitch, no. Worse. You're like sparkly. You're not even like a cool vampire. You're a f***ng Edward Cullen a** st**d b***h," she bursts into laughter. Perry grins showing her canines off and laughs with her. "Except for those. Those look sharp. You're a bonified monster now. F***k shit up certified,"

"Mack, I'm really happy you're back and I want to catch up but can you give us a moment?" she says in a tone I've never heard her use before. It's gentle. Motherly, even.

"You don't have to stay here, Perry. He doesn't own you anymore. We have shit to do and it doesn't involve him," she growls at me and then slams the door shut behind her.

"She's Roy's mate," I whisper. Perry looks over at me eyes wide. I stare back at her completely taken aback by the amount of joy in her eyes.

"Seriously? That stuck-up goodie two-shoes lord of the sanctum is her mate?" she laughs. "I was kind of hoping it would be

Silas or Oz,"

"Oz?"

"She's into nerdy babes," she clears her throat. "Can I get out of this? I can smell the dry blood and it smells-"

"Good?" I offer.

"Why does it smell good?" she whispers. Her eyebrows knit together with confusion.

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"You're a Lycan now. Not a vampire. We like a fresh kill," I look around to find one of Dr. Alvarez's lab coats. "This?"