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𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧.

CHAPTER XI.
snow white.

You felt like you were set on fire and then tossed into the ocean. Everything seemed to burn and sear. Like something was slowly eating away at your skin. As if someone had just poured acid over tiny paper cuts, or being skinned or eaten alive.

Ivo was trying his best but, to hear and see you in so much pain physically broke his heart. He had to muffle your screams with a loose piece of fabric. A rag in a bucket of water sitting close by to help wipe away the sweat and tears. You were sweating profusely and when the pain got overbearing a few tears would slip.

He often has to hold your arms down to prevent you from causing any harm to yourself. Although he'd seen multiple people turn before, sure there were screams and a raging fever but never to this extent. But then again, the turnings he'd seen were wolves first turning. A human turned wolf hadn't been seen in a long time. Being born wolf meant your body was built for it, where as a human would have to have their entire genetic make-up remade.

The stone beneath you filled with scratches from your growing claws, the make shift gag slightly torn from the fangs and bones snapping back and forth as preparation. Sweat down your brow and wild thrashing about.

Although he tried multiple soothing herbs and mixtures, they only dulled the sensation for a short amount of time. At this point, he could only offer you sleeping herbs and medicines. You'd only woken up once so far throughout the process.

There was no good way to describe it. It was like a high at first, you could barely talk without jumbling your words, your body felt numb but in pain at the same time, and if you were lucky you'd fall back into slumber. Or in the worse case, something would rip through your system and cause you to scream like a banshee.

He sat next to you rubbing an oil of sorts up and down your arms and legs. His eyes dulled as though he wasn't fully paying attention or present of his actions, which he wasn't. Barry was filling his head with complaints and worry.

"Is she dying?! God, I don't think I could handle her dying. It's been days, she should be better by now! At the very least, awake..." He whined and he whined, his voice echoing through his brain. Lycan sighed as he tuned out most of the blabber and back to you as he scratched a line into the wall.

He'd been keeping count of the days after it went past the third day. It'd been about a week, the forest oddly quiet after the whole ordeal. Ivo often patrolling the area as a precaution, the quiet awfully suspicious.

From how bright the opening of the cave was, it seemed about mid noon. You didn't seem to be shivering anymore, but you hadn't woken up at all for an entire day. Even the occasional twitch stopped. Worry consumed his mind to whether your body couldn't handle the venom, and that your heart was slowing. But whenever he checked your heart rate was normal...

Ah, what do I do? The stress was too much. He checked your breath and heart beat one more time before heading out of the cave. Discarding his clothing at the entrance of the cave and running through the trees.

He needed a breath of fresh air and to look for some food. He'd only managed to catch a single rabbit and been living off it for the time being, most of the rations going to you. Gladly having sacrificed the sustenance but by god, was he starving. Quite literally a starved wolf.

Running through acres of woods, he hears the crunch of the snow a few meters away. Slowing the run to a silent stalk towards the sounds. The closer he stepped the more his hunger grew, drool basically dripping from his maw.