( A/N Haii you all, sorry it took me so long to post this chapter! I'm really curious about what you think about it. Please let me know. Thank you so much for reading my story, I'm incredibly thankful)

I feel the wind against my skin. I open my eyes a bit, but the light is too bright so I close them directly. 

Did I faint? How am I suddenly outside? I feel like I'm floating. I open my eyes again and notice that I'm being carried. The light is still too bright so I close them again.

"You are very clumsy." I hear a voice say while chuckling softly. I'm surprised by how quickly I recognize the voice. I open my eyes to look up at Jason's face. 

Strange, I would think I'd panic now, but I don't. Probably because I'm too weak.

"Where are you taking me?"I prefer walking myself now but on the other hand, I like it. Reminds me of the past. When you came home from parties and pretended to sleep so your parents would carry you.

"The school doctor," he says briefly.

I open my eyes. No that's not gonna happen.

''No that is not necessary. I'm fine, it doesn't hurt anymore." I try to sound determined and self-assured, but my voice sounds weak and slurry. I don't want to go to the doctor, they always make everything so serious.

"I can walk now," I try to move away from him a little. He rolls his eyes but makes me slide slowly to the ground. I'm still dizzy and everything is a bit blurry. After a few seconds, my vision is clear again. First I take a step with my right foot, that went fine. When my left foot touches the floor, a shooting pain goes through my foot and ankle.

"Auw," I lose my balance and fall backward. Jason catches me and lifts me up again. It seems to cost him almost no effort. My eyes fill with tears, I blink a couple of times to stop them from falling.

''That went well,'' he says sarcastically.

''Thank you,'' I close my eyes again and let my head fall, I accidentally touch his shoulder. Luckily he doesn't react to it, so I let my head rest against his shoulder.  When I inhale I smell his scent, he smells really good, like a flower or plant that I have never smelled before.

"Why were you at the gyms?" I ask, with my eyes closed. 

When he doesn't answer I open my eyes again. 

He looks at me with a raised eyebrow. "I was walking to class, and then I saw you fall, through the window by the stairs," he replies without hesitation.

"And your first reaction was, I have to help? Even though there were an entire class and a teacher?" I ask. His eyes shoot to the ground for a second, but then he repairs his gaze.

"Yes," he answers casually.

The school doctor is in the other building. When we go inside, we have to go through all the doors, which is a bit hard if he is lifting me up.

"I'll walk this bit, there are many doors." He nods and lets me slip out of his arms, but one arm sticks around my waist to support me. The first door is already open. He pushes open the second door with his free hand and we walk inside. I hop and look forward.

Soon Dr. Hellen comes to us. She is really nice, a good friend of my mother's when they were still in school. She is quite short and on the plump side.

"What happened?" She says concerned. I want to answer and explain that it is not that bad but Jason is already ahead of me.

"Cira fell out of the ropes at the gym, twisted her ankle and hit her head hard." He explains and looks kindly at Dr. Hellen. She smiles at him and nods. I try to remember if I told him my name.

"You can't come to the treatment room, but if you want you can wait over there.'' She looks at the waiting room."  He nods briefly.

"Come on, let's see what's going on."

I turn to Jason for a moment and see him still looking at me. 

"Thank you, for bringing me," I say.  Me facing him makes him look away, he smiles and nods.

I turn back at Doctor Hellen. When we enter the room she starts examining me. I let my thought fly around during the treatment. Jason walked past the window and saw me fall, then he came to take me to the doctor. But why? If he hadn't brought me, someone else would have. Or I would have gone with Jade. Would he have done that for everyone? Is he a genuinely nice person?

We were all alone, and I couldn't even walk myself. If he wanted to harm me, it would have just been the right moment.

After a 20 minute examination by Dr. Hellen, it appears that I have a wound on my head and a tear in my freaking ankle ligament. That means walking with crutches and tape for 6 to 8 weeks! Don't train for 6 to 8 weeks! This is not possible, the competition, I can't participate anymore. I can't train for at least 6 weeks. I can't abandon my team.

"Yes Cira it will only get worse if you start to put pressure on your ankle, so don't be stubborn." She says and looks at me with compassion.

"Are there any exercises I can do to make it heal faster?"

"There are exercises, but they will not ensure that you can dance again within 4 weeks. They can ensure that you heal well so that you can gain function 100% and compete again next year." She says.

Next year is already too late, I want to be able to dance now, I want to be able to participate in the tournament.

"Well, I'm done," she drops her hands in her lap.

"We called your mother and she will be here soon. I will go get your crutches." She gets up and walks out of the room.

I turn around and put my sock on my tape and hold my shoe in my hand. Doctor Hellen comes back into the room and gives me crutches and the sheet with the exercises.

"You can go to school again or wait here for your mother if you want. I have to go again. A child has just arrived who has eaten something wrong. "She says kindly.

"Thank you," I say and smile. I put my hands through the crutches and try to walk. This is harder than I thought it would be.

"Sure, I help you with all love," she gives me a squeeze in my arm, then walks with me to the corridor and she heads to the other room.

How am I supposed to tell them this? Jo would be so angry and so would the rest of the team. The entire choreography must be changed. My duo with Pablo must be taken over by someone else.

I walk over to the waiting room, but to my surprise I see Jason sitting. He stayed. He doesn't see me yet so I have a chance to look longer at him, he is wearing dark gray pants and a white blouse today. There is a red spot on the right side of his blouse.

No way, my blood is on his blouse, oh god. That is so gross.

When I enter the waiting room he looks up.

"Hey," I say briefly and see that he has a bag next to him, my bag.

"Hey" he replies and looks up at me. I'm not going to sit in the chair next to him, but I leave a chair between us.

"I got your things, so you don't have to walk to school again," he says, somewhat uncomfortably.

Well, that's ''suspiciously'' nice of him.

"Thanks..." I say and look at him briefly.

He straightened his back, ''So? ... What did she say? "He asks.

"I have a tear in my ankle ligament and wound on my head," I explain and put my shoe in my bag. Then I look at him again. I try to focus on other things on his face instead of his eyes.

"Uhm, sorry about your shirt," I say and point to the stain. 

He looks at it and then smiles at me. "Oh, that's okay. I have another shirt in my locker, "he says and then looks into my eyes. I smile and look away again.

Jesus, why can't I just look at him? He stands up and walks to the wall opposite of the seats. He leans against the wall with his hands in his pockets and looks at me.

I feel really uncomfortable. Why is he here? And why is he nice to me?

"Thank you for staying and bringing my things, but don't you have class? "

That was mean, the boy is nice to me and I practically ask him to go away.

"I just went to class and said that I had to bring things to someone at the school doctor and that it might take a while. "He talks quietly.

I suddenly feel embarrassed that he sees me like this, that anyone sees me like this. My eyes are half open and my head feels way to heavy for my neck so I let it hang to the side a little.

And then you have him standing so effortlessly against the wall he isn't even trying to look good.

"Oh, okay," so he doesn't want to leave either.

I look in my bag where I left my phone. My mom will be here in 10 minutes. I have a few messages in my team's group chat. I get a lump in my throat and my head is pounding. I put my phone away and put my hands over my face.

"Headache? Didn't they give you something for the pain?" He asks and keeps looking at me. I clear my throat and sit down again.

"No they didn't but that's not the point," I breathe out and then look up again. " I'm in a dance team. A very important tournament starts soon, but I can't train because of my ankle. I don't know how to tell them this, because we've trained so hard and for so long, and now they have to change everything because I can't climb a robe." He listens carefully but remains silent.

I told myself that I would not talk about it and would wait for him to say something. But he doesn't. Then I break the silence.

"What did you mean by: what are you?" I will finally get an answer and then I can move on. 

He looks at me but says nothing for a moment.

"I hoped you had forgotten that." He leans slightly forward and looks ahead. Then he looks at me. His facial expression is still the same, casual but a little bit uncomfortable.

"Shall we sit outside?" He takes a step away from the wall. I pack my things and walk outside. 

What is he going to tell what he can't tell here? I follow him as he walks to the bench in front of the building. I put my bag between us and without thinking about it, I am sitting as far away as possible from him. Seconds pass and he's still staring at the ground in silence. As if he is thinking about what to say. It is clear, he is the boy from the forest otherwise he would have said something already. I can't imagine what else it could be, what makes him think so long before talking. I want to know for sure. I interrupt the silence again.

"I just need an answer to my question. Because you acted like I'm something weird, "I say and keep my eyes on his face. 

He looks up now. "You don't have to say anything about that wolf thing. I will pretend I haven't seen anything." I await his response. I said it out loud. Is he gonna deny it?

He smiles absently, still staring at the floor.

"But that's it, the "wolf thing "."

I look surprised at him, but he is quiet again. Please just talk.

"You shouldn't have seen me. It shouldn't have been possible."

He finally looks at me. I also look at him and try to understand what he is saying, while the image of the transforming wolf flies through my head again.

"We thought you knew you were not a normal human being."

Not a normal human? What?

''I am a human. What else could I be? "

''I don't know. That's why I was sent here ... "

"You were sent here? By who?'' He doesn't seem surprised by my response. He is quiet again and thinks, looking for the right words to say.

"I saw that you saw me change. My pack first got angry because I changed where people could see me. They all thought that the fact that you actually saw me change from wolf to human was strange because only wolves themselves can see each other change."

"If ''normal'' humans can't see you change, why aren't you allowed to change in front of them?" 

He looks at me and smiles briefly.

"I was in my own"territory," so people would not be able to see me in my wolf form, but they could see me in my human form. So imagine someone would look, they would suddenly see a boy standing while there was nothing before."

"Oh." Wow, I look at my hands and try to realize what he is saying. 

"You don't think you are a wolf because you are a girl. We first thought you were a she-wolf. That very rare,  so I had to figure out where you came from. After a few days I already discovered that you aren't a wolf," he smiles a little while saying the last part.

"How did you find out?" It's not that he could get a lot of information from the few sentences we exchanged.

"You are pretty clumsy.''

It is the second time today that he called me clumsy.

"I'm not that clumsy." I defend myself.

"In the first week, you had walked against a door twice, tripped over your own feet, bumped into people and turned over a paint pot." I press my lips together and look embarrassed. Ohw, I guess I am clumsy.

"So the question was: what are you? The elderly in my family wanted someone to find out. Since I was the only one who wanted and is about the right age, I went."

He now thinks less before he says something.

"Why did you want to?" He had to leave his school and friends just to find out what I am.

"This is my chance to do what normal people do. Go to school, make friends. "He explains and looks away.

"Have you never been to school?" I really can't imagine that.

"No, I have always been homeschooled, my family was afraid that we would expose ourselves." I look at him longer than I normally do. I believe he is telling the truth. The first thing the asked me was what I am. What else could be his reason to be here. Well, I don't trust him, why after almost 2 months? He wished I forgot that he asked me what I am. Did he just want to watch me and never talk to me about it? But he did because I fell.

''Why are you telling me all of this?'' He looks away again and the wall between us is up again. He looks a bit confused by my question. I'm not gonna look away, I want to see if he is going to lie. He is trying to keep a straight face but I can see a flash of uncertainty in his eye when he answers me.

''I don't know.''

He is looking over my shoulder.

''Your mother is coming. We'll continue talking tomorrow, during the lunch break at the spot outside where you usually sit with your friends. "