The Healer's Visit

As I watched anxiously, the healer named Elvis tended to my grandma, Hailey. She had been getting weaker by the day, and I feared that I would lose her soon. I had promised my parents on their deathbeds that I would take care of her, and I was determined to keep that promise.

Elvis applied various herbs and poultices to her skin, muttering incantations under his breath. I didn't understand much of what was going on, but I trusted Elvis implicitly. The old healer had helped my family for generations, and his knowledge of the local flora and fauna was unmatched.

As Elvis worked, I couldn't help but think back to my abduction. I still couldn't believe that I had been taken by rogues. And the fact that Ramon, the feared alpha, had let me go was even more bewildering. I couldn't help but wonder why Ramon had spared me.

But those thoughts were pushed to the back of my mind as I focused on my grandma. After Elvis was finished, he gave me some strange concoction to give to her throughout the day. I didn't question it; I trusted Elvis completely. I nodded gratefully at the healer, feeling a wave of relief wash over me.

I had been worried sick about my grandmother, and it was a huge weight off my shoulders to know that she was going to be okay. As I walked the healer out, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt at not being able to pay him. Money was tight, and I had been doing odd jobs around the village to make ends meet, but it never seemed to be enough.

The healer, Elvis, must have noticed the concern on my face because he spoke up. "Don't worry about it, son. I understand your situation. Just remember to pay it forward when you can."

I nodded, feeling grateful for the man's kindness. As I watched Elvis walk away, I couldn't help but think about the events of the previous night. I had narrowly escaped being abducted by rogues, and then I had encountered Ramon, the feared alpha of the pack. I still didn't understand why Ramon had let me go, but I was grateful nonetheless.

I made a mental note to stay away from the pack's territory in the future, though. The last thing I needed was to get caught up in their dangerous world. As I returned to my grandmother's side, I vowed to do whatever it took to keep her safe and healthy.

Even if it meant putting myself in harm's way. I knew I had to do something to help my grandmother, so I began doing odd jobs around the village. I helped out at the local store, did some gardening for the neighbors, and even helped out at the healer's clinic. It wasn't much, but it was enough to gather some money to buy food and medicine for my grandmother.

Despite the hard work, I didn't mind. I was just happy to be able to do something to help the woman who had raised me. I was determined to do whatever it took to make sure she was comfortable and taken care of. As I worked, I couldn't help but think about the alpha who had let me go.

I had never seen an alpha like him before. Ramon had a reputation for being ruthless and cold, but I had seen a different side of him. I couldn't help but wonder what it meant.

I knew I couldn't afford to get distracted by thoughts of the alpha. I had to focus on my grandmother and make sure she had everything she needed. I worked hard every day, never complaining or slowing down until I had enough money to buy everything my grandmother needed. As I brought the supplies back to our small hut, I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment.

I knew it wasn't much, but it was enough to keep my grandmother comfortable for a while longer. I was grateful for the opportunity to do something good, and I knew that I would do whatever it took to keep her safe and happy. My heart sank as the male werewolves surrounded me, their snarling faces filled with malice. I knew I was in trouble, and my instincts told me to run.

But I was outnumbered and outmatched, and I had no choice but to hand over the meager amount of money I had collected from my odd jobs. To add insult to injury, they had the audacity to insult me before they left, and I felt my cheeks burn with shame and anger. I couldn't believe how cruel some werewolves could be, and I couldn't help but wonder if Ramon and his pack were the same.

As I made my way back home, my heart heavy with the weight of my loss, I couldn't bear to look my grandmother in the eyes. I knew she was counting on me to provide for her, and I had failed. The tears started to flow as soon as I saw her, and I fell to my knees in front of her, begging for forgiveness.

My grandmother's gentle touch on my shoulder brought me back to reality, and she wiped away my tears with a loving hand. She told me that I had done my best, and that was all that mattered.

I knew she was right, but I couldn't shake the feeling of hopelessness that had settled in my chest. My grandma noticed the tears streaming down my face and immediately asked what happened. I told her everything, how I had worked so hard to gather supplies and money for us, only to have it all taken away by the male werewolves who insulted me.

My grandma's face contorted in anger. "Those good-for-nothing brutes!" she exclaimed. "How dare they treat my grandson that way!"

I sniffled, wiping my tears away with the back of my hand. "It's okay, Grandma. I'll find a way to make it right."

My grandmother shook her head. "No, you shouldn't have to put up with that kind of treatment. But even in the darkest moments, there was a glimmer of light. As I held my grandmother close, I felt a spark of determination ignite within me. I would do whatever it took to make sure we had enough to survive, even if it meant taking risks and facing danger head-on."