The Wolf's Witch (book 1)

62. Please

Kaitlin

My muscles coiled and locked causing me to clench my jaw. The pain so unbearable that I couldn't formulate a scream. Eyes, eyes, I need to open my eyes. Time held still as the voided darkness held me captive. The pain faded and I could once again make out the faint beeping. I was safe. For now. I couldn't be sure when the cursed shrieking would restart. I don't know what or who it was but I was glad it no longer felt like someone was hammering into my skull.

I tried to remember to breathe but much like opening my eyes, I'd forgotten how.

All at once, the air left me.

I grasped eagerly.

My lids shot open.

Oxygen grazed my throat and I froze.

Eyes much like my own were staring back at mine. The glow from the monitor lit up a face more agent than I remember.

"Really sister? Dying of broken bones? That's how you are going to go out? At least mine was more impressive. My own sister killed me."

"Cyrus I -" my voice was barely audible. My brother stepped forward and leaned, materializing his face in front of mine.

"You promised never to speak to Roman again." My lids grew heavy. No, that wasn't what I'd promised. I couldn't get the words out. I blinked and when I had the strength to reopen my eyes, Cyrus was gone. His voice was far away, "I'll see you soon sis."

No, Cyrus- my world returned to black.

I was awakened by another voice, "You're not dying under my watch." Fear slammed into me. Cyrus, he'd been here. He'd found me. "Easy, relax." A warm hand covered mine. I focused on it, found that I could breathe once more and finally opened my eyes.

Concern was etched deep in Kellan's eyes. It baffled me as much as it awed, "This is what he meant. He said you'd die with or without my help." He who? Kellan wasn't making any sense, or maybe it was my brain. It all clicked into place when he cut open his wrist. My hand shot automatically.

He read the panic on my face, "Are you certain?"

He who? My brain tried again. Oh, right. Some loony who can see the future predicted my death and Kellan thought to turn me. I didn't want to think of why. My brain was reeling at the previous memory.

I squeezed Kellans hand and hoped that communicated my belief in modern medicine.

"He's here."

The vampire looked at me like a big puzzle, "Who?"

I remembering the tunnels collapsing and Kellan inside, and me blacking out. I glanced at the IVs. Did I dream Cyrus?

"Drink," Kellan pressed his blood to my mouth.

I pushed at his hands, turned my head away, and did my best to seal my lips shut from the drips that had escaped. That's when the monitor went off and it dawned on me that my head hadn't turned away because I had ordered it to.

I was convulsing.

The prediction Sethan and I had feared was coming true.

I'll see you soon sis. Had Cyrus done something? I remembered his words, Dying of broken bones? That's how you are going to go out?

Cyrus was right.

I was lame.

- -

When I woke up, the monitor was turned off and I had to swing my legs over the bed to get up. My mind was a mess, body still sore which I took as a fantastic sign, and I moved on auto-pilot unaware of how long I'd been out for. It wasn't important right now. When a girl needs to pee, she goes to pee.