Alpha King's Healer

1 - Lodestar

        The blood is hot against my bare hands, soaking between my fingers and escaping them from the bitter weather. I pressed my palms into the wound, trying to act as a barrier between life and death. I scan around, searching for something to help me stop the blood loss.

"Aurelia..." His voice is weak and shaking.

I glance at his wound.

"Aurelia, look at me," he demands.

I couldn't look him in the eyes. I feel his cold hand place itself against my wet cheek. I choke back tears, finally doing as he demanded. He was as white as the glittering snow falling on us. The only hint of color was the bright ruby blood slowly dripping from the corner of his mouth. I could hear every splash when it hit the ice. It was like sand in an hourglass, warning me of the limited time he has.

"You have the power to shape your own destiny, Aurelia. Life is too short to spend another day at war," he advises.

"There is nothing you can do for me." He winces in pain. When his eyelids open again, he was back to the same man he was before all this.

"Go. That is an order," he demands.

"No!" I try to press my palms deeper into his prominent wound.

His breathing starts to become weaker, shakily jagged with every tiny exhale.

"Stay with me!" I scream at him, but his eyes never meet my gaze.

I pull my hands from his wound and place them on his chest. I start pushing, feeling his sternum break and crack under my force. I would have kept pushing his chest and screaming at him if it wasn't for someone's cold hands grabbing my shoulders tightly and pulling me off of him.

"Aurelia! We have to go!" They yelled.

My tears prevented me from seeing their face, but the voice that usually carries such a sweet sound was now distraught.

"I can't leave him!" I try to pull myself back to his limp body.

Cree grabs my blood-soaked hand and tugs my arm to make me move. I try not to budge, but fail miserably. At a certain distance, our commander was no longer in my eyesight. The only thing I could see was his crimson blood against the now not so pure snow.

I glance around at the golden fire flakes floating in the air. Black smoke filled around us like a night sky despite it being midday. My heart broke even more at the sight.

"We're losing, we need to get out of here!" Cree's voice was thickly coated over with worry and fear. His words cause me to search around, for a sign, some sign that we could win. There was none.

"They didn't come?" I was in complete shock. Our King had failed us to a point of no return.

All the bodies and all the wolves still alive; fighting because two kings couldn't find a way to dissolve an issue. It wasn't my allies versus their allies. It was a king versus a king. And us? We were nothing but soldiers waiting to die at a single command.

Cree urges me to head into the woods, but something catches my attention. I free myself from his grip and sprint as fast as my numb legs will carry me before I drop myself down to the young boy gasping for air. I turn him to his side to help clear his throat. While doing so, I hear a low, thunderous growl.

I glance my head up to see the enemy coming towards us. I quickly try to pick the young boy up, but noticed that I couldn't move him. He would die if I even moved him an inch. I look back to the enemy just feet away from us.

I scan around for help, but find that Cree and the other members of our pack had reengaged in the fight just as I have. Quickly, but carefully, I pull the blade out of the young boy's abdomen. The stench of blood overwhelms my nose, making me sick to my stomach.