The Prophecy Of The Wolves I - The Beginning

~ Chapter Three ~

Liliana was now eighteen years old. She had moved into the pack house shortly after her fifteenth birthday. She was usually alone unless she was in the forest with Jacques and Orthrus. She had taken up dancing and continued with her drawing skills. She had also started cooking and baking right after moving into the packhouse. She had continued her lessons under the pack doctor and was now as good as the doctor herself. She had even gotten better with her arts and crafts skills.

Liliana had grown into a beautiful, strong young woman who could do everything herself. She never once let anything hold her back, and she never would.

It was late that night. Everyone had gone to bed for the night. Liliana had been tossing and turning when she heard it. She sat up with a gasp. She got up and went straight to the window, only to see the forest burning and people fighting in the field right outside of the packhouse.

Liliana quickly changed into a pair of black pants and a black tank top. She threw on her favorite combat boots before rushing out of the door and throwing her hair up in a messy ponytail. She may not have been a fighter, but she was a healer. She wanted to try and help. She ran right into the pack doctor. "Oh, Sharon!" Liliana exclaimed. "Please, what can I do to help?" She asked as she looked around.

Sharon sighed as she rubbed a hand over her face. "There are too many of our men falling. I can't save them all," she looked around. "I need help with all these wounded fighters."

Liliana nodded. "Which ones have you helped already?" She asked as she looked at Sharon.

Sharon gestured to a small handful of warriors sitting in the family room around the fire. "Those are the only ones I have been able to help so far," she explained. "The rest are outside either on the porch or on the field close to the house."

Liliana nodded and grabbed one of the medical bags by the door. "I'll start with those furthest out, and you can start with those closest to the house. We'll meet in the middle."

Sharon nodded with a small smile. "Perfect, Lily. I'm so happy to have your help."

Liliana gave her a quick, bright smile before rushing out of the house and doing what she said. She started with those who were closest to the battle. After a while, she lost track of how many people she had helped. She knew that blood was on her arms and splattered over her chest and clothes, but she continued to work.

The fighting had finally stopped some time ago, and she continued to help the injured. When Sharon caught her attention, Liliana had just finished patching up a young enforcer. Liliana moved over to Sharon and frowned when she saw their best warrior, Eric, lying in a puddle of his blood. "I don't think I can save him, Lily. He's lost too much blood, and it looks like a witch used silver," Sharon said as she looked up at Liliana with pained eyes.

Liliana shook her head as tears gathered in her eyes. "No, we can't let him die," she said in a panic. Liliana took a deep breath as she gently nudged Sharon out of the way. "Tell me everything you've found wrong with him," she said as she got to work.

Sharon sat back on her heels as she grabbed a towel and wiped her face. "There's a long gash on his side that looks like a silver blade of some type caused it. Then there's a burn wound on his chest, and he has a nasty cut to his left leg," she sighed heavily. "He also has a gash on the side of his head."

Liliana nodded and made quick work of patching up the more superficial wounds. Like his head, his leg, and the burn wound on his chest. Once she had Eric's other wounds bandaged, she moved to the silver gash on his side. She shook her head as she dug through the medical bags. She patched up the damage. When Eric started convulsing, she reached for the solution they had to flush out silver from the bloodstream. She swore to herself as she quickly injected him with the answer. After that, she leaned over him and checked his pulse. It was weak, and his breathing was becoming uneven.