Kaida's POV I opened my eyes slowly and the bright light felt like a thousand knives going through my mind.

I closed my eyes and waited until they had adjusted to the bright light.

When my eyes opened again, I saw that Amala and other good Samaritans were standing around me, looking concerned.

Her hand was wrapped around mine, letting me feel comforted.

“Kaida, are you there and can you hear me?” Worried, Amala spoke out and asked.

My head hurt too much and my mouth was dry from the medication, making it hard for me to reply.

Trying to moisten my lips didn’t help, as my tongue felt like rough sandpaper.

Amala’s fingers squeezed mine harder.

She said weakly, "I think she's about to come around."

I managed to open my eyes and looked straight at Kairos's face, the only person I could recognize out of many.

He had eyes that were normally sharp but were pleasant and caring when he was worried.

He tried to comfort me by smiling and saying, “Easy there, you shouldn’t stress out over this.”

“Don’t worry, everything will be fine.”

I attempted to talk, yet the most I managed was a barely audible whisper.

He moved closer so that his face was just a few inches from mine.

The scent of his cologne entered my nose and made me feel a little more at ease.

As I reached out to touch my head, I felt Kairos settle his hand on top of mine, stopping me.

“Let me,” he told me, as he ran his fingers over the part where I was in pain.

He rubbed the sore spot softly and my tense muscles relaxed slightly.

When I no longer felt the pain, a sense of calm appeared in me.

When Kairos looked at me, I was so focused on her that I didn’t think about anyone else around us.

Whispers and murmurs brought people back to reality.

Kairos suddenly became serious and started speaking to the crowd.

"Everyone should probably start leaving now. Give her the time she needs to rest."

The room became quieter as everyone departed and Kairos administered another dose of sedation.

When the medication started working, I closed my eyes and saw Kairos's face for the last time.

***

A gentle tap on my shoulder jolted me back to reality, and I felt the throbbing in my head creep its way back.

"Sorry for waking you up, but Alpha Kairos wanted to check up on you," a lady who appears to be a nurse whispered to me.

Alpha Kairos?

What does he want?

I couldn't help but wonder.

The lady helped him sit up, and she tried to help me get up, but I politely declined.

Being offered assistance by others in this kind of situation makes me feel all weak and compelled.

I slowly walked out of the wardroom where Alpha Kairos was waiting while still holding my head.

The dizzying feeling is making me want to pass out any moment.

He was standing by the door, and I reached there.

"Easy there," he said in a calm voice and tried to help me to a seat next to him.

I jumped away, as if an electric shock was about to come in contact with me.

He gave me a confused look, but I ignored it and walked myself to the seat.

He was still standing there, watching me like an alien.

What, has he never seen a person retreat from him before?

"You called for me." My voice came out all cracked and dull.

That seemed to bring him out of his trance.

"Oh yes!" He muttered.

He slowly walked over to me; one would hardly think he was walking but floating through the air.

He extended his hands to me, as if inviting me to get up.

Now it's my turn to give the confused look.

"Come on, I'm taking you to the coordinator's office; there's something you guys need to discuss," he explained, sensing my hesitation.

I nodded, trying to get up, but my darn heavy head got the better of me, and I slipped back.

A large, strong arm snaked around my waist, preventing me from colliding with the ground once again.

For some brief seconds, the universe seems to have halted, and all that's left is some ocean blue eyes to dive into.

Oh! Those darn eyes, what they do to me.I quickly kicked myself mentally for thinking such at this crucial moment.

Not to mention, what would my poor mate think if he were to ever find out I was fawning on another wolf before him?

I tried to pull away, but his grip was strong.Without saying another word, he led the way, with me being literally dragged as my feet were weak like jelly.

As we reached the door to the coordinator's office, his grip lessened, and he proceeded to hold me by the shoulder instead.

My face fell on the grim-looking people as we walked in.

There were about five to six people in counting, including the coordinator herself.

The pin-drop silence in the room made it clear that a storm is on its way, and I can feel it's going to sweep me away with no mercy.

The collision of my butt with a soft, cushy leather made me realize I had already been seated.

I gulped down the few drops of dry saliva that I had left in my mouth, waiting for impact.

"How are you feeling now, dear?" The coordinator was the first to ask in such a kind and calm voice.

There's something about her voice that reminds me of a motherly embrace.

I nodded my head as words evaded me.

"We've called your parents," the head of the clinic dropped the thunder on me.

For a moment there, I thought I was struck by lightning as my head jerked, and poof, the headache was gone, but my whole body seemed to be on fire.

Calling my parents means I'm in such a fix right now.

The whole problem I've been hiding would now be...

"But we didn't reach one of them," he added.

I felt relieved to an extent, feeling that it would definitely be my...

"Your father said that you are not asthmatic," he dropped the bomb.

That's it, the cat is out of the bag.

I have had pneumonia since I was a child, and it later transformed into asthma, but my dear, lovely, two-timing father is still not yet ready to accept the fact that I was asthmatic.

He even arranged with a doctor to do a few chest tests, proclaiming I wasn't asthmatic.

"But we have treated her; surely there must be a mistake," Kairos's voice echoed.

Why is he so quick to keep defending me?

It's starting to get on my nerves.

"Of course, we all saw it; that's why we didn't even inform him of her accident," the man responded.

I felt a bit relieved that he didn't know I almost kicked the bucket today; otherwise, he would definitely send me there himself.

"We tried calling your mother, but it didn't go through," he continued.

So now he's telling me that."I don't understand why it's like your parents are kind of distant," another man pointed out.

Oh! You have no idea.

After that question, all eyes turned to me, as if waiting for an answer.

But I have none to give, isn't it obvious?

"We are listening," the man insisted.

I took a deep breath before I answered.

"They are separated."

Though I don't know what that has to do with me being called here.It's my personal matter.

The look I was waiting for started dropping from the eyes of all but the coordinator, and it seemed to give me courage.

She seemed to have understood my resolve.

"We discussed it with your father, though he seemed hesitant, but we were thinking of having to send you back home, but..."

"No, I don't want to go back home," I cut him off.

Just the talk of going back home gives me the chills now.

Not to mention that all the times I've endured would be for nothing, and I'll prove to all I am just a weakling.

I could hear their voices echoing and arguing about how it's not safe for me to continue the training activities with my health condition, but I tried to shut them out.

I'm used to having these kinds of comments. As a wolf and human, I am weak, though my wolf hasn't surfaced yet, but I hope she will be stronger than me.

A voice spoke authoritatively, fading out all the rest."I would take responsibility for her."