: Back to Life
It is good to be back home instead of staying in the hospital.
I have been discharged two weeks ago and I'm trying to catch up with life itself.
I just can't believe I lost memories of my four years.
Sometimes I kept on wondering what it was like when I was eighteen or even my 21st birthday. Whether I was being kissed before or not within those past years.
According to my available memories I have never been in any relationship.
So I must have met Matteo or any other guy within those years. There was no sign to show anything of my past or a dream to hint at my past as I've read in some books.
It was completely nothing like I haven't even lived in this world for 4 years. Like I was someone with no trace. My young memories are there but not my adulthood self.
A baby's wailing pulls me out of my thoughts. I look across the room and find my brother waking up in his crib.
He and my dad are all I have now and the absence of my mother was still shocking for me.
Every time someone or even my dad talks about it I always try and change the subject.
Maybe I am still not accepting the fact that my mother is gone. To be honest I am scared to face my own emotions. So instead of talking it out I hid everything inside of me and avoid the death of my mom.
Her funeral will be held tomorrow but still, I'm not even in the state to see her.
Oh hell, if people think I'm a heartless daughter who never shows up to see her mother at our pack's mortuary but I'm really scared.
My father is the only one going there and makes arrangements for my mom's funeral along with my mate's help while I just sit here in the house.
Speaking of Mate, Matteo and I never saw each other after the night I embarrassed myself, mistaking my brother for our pup.
I never saw him thereafter and it's funny, instead of getting close to him I am also avoiding him.
Not only from embarrassment but there were so many surreal emotions going on within me which I didn't and wasn't ready to face.
My brother is now my priority and I need to be here for him and my dad who has been putting up a brave face.
Therefore, avoiding Matteo and the topic of my mom's death doesn't mean I have to avoid my brother's presence too.
In the past two weeks, I have been taking some private classes from Dr. Omalley's Mate on how to care for a baby.
She has shown me how to hold him, feed him, change his diaper, and bath him and so much more which I was impressed with.
Yet to think of my mom caring for me like this when I was young I push it all back and bury them beneath the core of my being.
Avery's classes did pay off as I am now a pro in looking after my brother.
"Hello there little one," I pick him and held him to my chest carefully.
"You have gained weight. And Ohhh you're cute baby" I keep on teasing him, pinching his chubby cheeks and he responds with a tired yawn.
I smile feeling happy by just looking at him and I must admit that he's the best gift in our lives now.
He's making me smile whenever I feel alone and at the same time taking my mind off my mother's death.
"Ahhh so adorable" another voice interrupts. I look around there was no one
"Gosh wish he's ours," the voice repeated.
Feeling like an idiot I forgot it must be Alera which I'm shocked she has finally come out of her mute zone.
Yeah, she has been ghosting me out but today, it's a miracle to know she's alive within me.
"Wolfie" I try my link with her and earned a 'What the Fuck' from her in return.
I giggle to myself holding Wesley afraid to drop him on the floor. It's good to have my wolf back after all it was hell to be myself without her.
"Welcome back" she rolls her eyes at me before doing an ovation bow in my head.
I look back at my baby brother pinching on his chubby cheeks "so cute" I whisper kissing his forehead.
"Alera" she became silent as if she didn't just pop out of nowhere through our links.
"Do you remember what happened four years ago?" I ask and she told me no.
I keep on pushing her to tell me but she ended up screaming that she knew nothing of it too. She's also in the haze of confusion. She aids through our links that she wishes to remember but she doesn't too.
"That makes two of us" I mumble and paid my attention back to my brother who is now smiling in my arms.
"Why did you not talk to me in the past two weeks?"
"I was trying to find my link to you," she whimpers covering her eyes with paws.
"It was so blurry and foggy. I think I was lost when you lost memories not until you say cute and I felt your happiness pulling me right back. It was like every barrier came down and I turn to find you standing there with him. So I jump right back in your body" she explains while clawing her paws on the ground.
"At least we're back together," I told her
"You’re saying as if we were in a relationship" she shook her head.
"Well, you're my wolf and we're partners in crime" she smiles scratching her paws.
"Right, welcome us back to life, now let's kick some ass and break some heart" she happily suggested
"Are you referring to our Mate?"
"Duh not only him but anyone in our way" she retorts in a dull voice and I laugh at that.
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.
There could be two people who come to our house it's either my mate or my dad. Yet seeing Wesley not wiggling around I knew then it wasn't my dad.
My brother is one weird baby and that's our secret. He always knew when my dad is home.
At first, I thought it was strange but constantly he's been doing it. Wiggling and clapping his hands whenever my dad comes home.
I brace myself for my mate's presence. Wondering if it was so weird to talk to him since I ghost him out two weeks ago.