Chapter 20.
✄ Edited: 12th December 2014.
Help Needed.
*** Spencer's P.O.V ***
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"Spencer, your cat needs to be let out," Reece said softly, my mum sitting next to him with a concerned look on her face.
I hadn't been feeling well the last two days ever since the incident in the gym with the guy and then Gio in the locker rooms...
So that is why my mother and older brother were looking at me like I had some type of disease. Or I could just need to let my cat out.
"I just need to be left alone!" I snapped back, my mother gave my forehead a kiss and didn't say another word as she left, my brother wasn't so quite.
"If you don't go out today or tomorrow, I will get Giovanni to make you," he threatened, his voice cold as he looked at me with demanding eyes.
"Yes mother," I muttered helplessly.
I did what he said though, sneaking out of the back and into the woods that joined onto our back garden. It didn't take long to find a clearing that I could use, and when I stopped there I changed quickly.
It didn't hurt as much as it did the first or second time, it just felt as if my skin was gliding and stretching again. More of a strange feeling than hurting.
My fur looked as glossy as last time, the afternoon sun reflecting off of it as I ran threw the trees, dodging roots and random animals that got in the way.
It was around an hour later when I returned to the clearing to change, again, but something odd was there instead.
A... Lioness? I think it was, it was small and didn't have the large mane like a male, so I guess it was female. The smell coming off of them though is what alerted me, it smelt like blood.
Wait... Blood!
The cloths that were on the floor were chucked onto my body quickly, my feet and hands shaking as I tried to dress quickly and asses the damage made to this Female Lion.
I rushed over to where she was laying, there was a pool of blood surrounding her and I bent down to inspect the damage, although I couldn't see very much through the matted fur.
Her eyes were closed, mouth slightly open, I would of thought she was dead if I didn't see the slight rise and fall of her chest.
I hit her face(?) gently to see if she would wake, and she did, luckily. Well, I say luckily because when her eyes zeroed in on me, she freaked. She was every which way, trying to get away and up on her feet but the obvious injury was slowing her down.
"Hey," I said softly, holding my hands up to show I was no danger, "I'm just trying to help." She didn't look convinced. Her teeth were still slightly bared and I didn't dare to put my hands down.
"I'm not a threat," I tried again, "I've only just learnt to change for gods sake!"
She relaxed more, her stance going from defensive to down right tired.
"You need help," I said gently, my hands slowly lowered and I saw her eyes following them, "I just want to help."
Then she did something I wouldn't of thought she would of so soon, she changed in front of me.
She was maybe... A year or two older than I was, her hair was bloody with patches of blonde hair, her skin had dirt, blood and something I couldn't decipher all over it, and the big gash going from the top of her chest to just below her belly button was much more on show now. And it was bad.
"My Alpha!" I rushed, "he can help you!"
"No," her voice was barely that of a whisper and when she opened up her brown eyes I could see she was hurting, "I'm not," she was breathing deeply, it must not of been easy to talk, "allowed to be here."
That confused me. I wasn't up to date with pack stuff, or that of being an Alpha so I couldn't say much on the subject except try to persuade her.
"You can come!" I begged, "I can do something, anything to stop them from hurting you!" Her eyes showed disbelief but I took the slight head nod as a yes anyway.
I wasn't a buff guy, but I could lift things easily, well, as long as they're not too heavy, and this small girl of maybe 5'4 and perhaps 180 pounds didn't seem like much of a bother.
And she wasn't, I easily lifted her off of the ground and slipped my shirt on top of her, to hide modiste more than anything, and then I made my way quickly to the house.
"HELP!" I shouted just as the back door closed behind me, "somebody help!"
My mother came running first, my brother right behind her and when he saw the mess and the girl in my arms, he was next to me in a flash, taking her and laying her onto the sofa.
I really should of got a name from her so I could stop calling her, 'her'.
"Oh god, oh gosh," my mum started to mumble as she frantically looked around the room for God knows what.
"Mum," I called, "mum! What do we need to do to help?"
She eventually snapped out of it and looked over at me with serious eyes, "the alcohol in the cupboard, a big bowl of warm soapy water, cloths, and lots of them, gauze, a needle and and thread, and a small bowl of boiling hot water and gloves." She finally demanded and I got straight to it. I collected everything up while the kettle was boiling and when it boiled I brought the water straight through.
"Good boy," my mum said with the tiniest of smiles when I say next to her, "what's your name sweetheart?" My mum asked the girl, we could just faintly hear her when she mumbled Zoey.
"Well hello Zoey, what a beautiful name. Now this might hurt a bit," my mum said just as she started to wash the gash with alcohol.
Not much warning there, mum.
'I can still hear your thoughts,' she said, and when she was done cleaning the gash, she got to cleaning off the excess blood that was everywhere. And let me tell you, it was not a pretty sight.
My mum was good though, she reassured Zoey, told her what she was going to do moments before she did, and when you have someone like Reece crouching next to you, there isn't really a reason to worry.
Just as my mum was finishing putting the gauze over the fixed gash, a frantic knock came on the door. One that didn't get answered because moments later Gio was in the room.
His teeth were bared and his eyes were already the colour of coal.
"Who the hell is she?" He growled out, Reece's eyes also slowly started to turn into an electric blue colour, like mine when I'm in 'Panther' form.
"She has a name!" Reece growled out, "Zoey was injured and Spence brought her back so she wouldn't die out there!"
That obviously, to Gio, wasn't the right thing to say as his eyes narrowed and then turned cold as he stared at me.
"Why would you help someone you don't know?"
"Because she was bleeding!" I said in disbelief, "I couldn't just leave her there!"
"So you decided to bring a rogue home instead?" He nearly shouted, "she could of hurt you! Or worse!"
"She was bleeding out!" I yelled, "she couldn't of done shit to me!"
"She still could of!" And that's when his whole body changed, his muscles relaxed and his eyes turned back to normal, and that's when I knew that he wasn't angry at me, just at the fact I was careless enough to look out for someone I didn't know. He didn't want me hurt and I understood that.
"Just don't do it again," he whispered in my ear as he hugged me tightly.
"I won't," I mumbled.
"As much as I like your love fest," my brother decided to butt in sarcastically, "but Zoey should probably see a real doctor."
"You're right," Gio mumbled, "my car is out front, I'll drive. You're coming with us." And that's how the rest of the day was waisted, I wouldn't leave Reece alone with Zoey, meaning Gio wouldn't leave and my mum wasn't going to leave any of us alone, so there was 4 people there for a random girl, who we didn't even know.
Well, Reece would soon know everything about her, seeing as they're mates.