The Immortal Beast

Chapter 11

                                                                                     Nightmares

Once werewolf class was over, we made our way outside Nora was sitting on the fountain waiting.

"Are you three ok Sam and Morgan you two look like you got hit by a bus scratch that multiple busses. Seraphina your just red." Nora stated.

"We played dodge ball in werewolf class and were human and bruise easy." Morgan stated with a sigh as she sat next to Nora. She pulled down her shirt to show her shoulder where Damon had struck her with a ball she had a massive bruise on her shoulder.

"Oh, Morgan that looks bad. But get a load of this." Sam stated as she pulled up her shirt showing up her very bruised abdomen.

"Oh my god both of you need to tell me this when it happened." I stated trying to sound lighthearted.

"I really did not think it was that bad this is the first time I looked at it." Morgan said letting her shirt cover her shoulder again.

I walk over to Morgan at the fountain and place my hand on her shoulder, and my ruins began to glow.

"Sana et restituet." I said and let healing magic flow into her shoulder the magic stopped, and she pulled the shoulder of her shirt back down and her bruise was gone.

"Ok Sam your turn." I stated reaching for her abdomen I placed my hand and my ruins glow again.

"Sana et restituet." I stated and just like that her bruise was gone.

I removed my hand and released my hold on my magic.

"Damn girl magic can be used for almost any thin cant it?" Sam said with surprise on her eyes

"Sam don't act like I haven't used this spell on you before." I said shacking my head at her.

"HEY, WATCH OUT!" someone shouted across the courtyard.

I barely had time to look up before a solid weight slammed into me, knocking me backward into the fountain with a spectacular splash.

Okay. At this point I was convinced I had a cosmic target painted on me that read: Universe, attack here.

I surfaced, sputtering and furious, my boots squishing like sodden sponges and my shirt plastered to me like shrink-wrap. "What the hell! Someone better start saying words fast, or there's about to be a vortex of fire in the middle of this courtyard!"

The idiot who'd tackled me surfaced too, coughing out water and—of course—laughing. Laughing.

"Sorry, sorry!" he choked out between snickers. "Didn't see you there."

"Didn't see me?" I snapped, wringing water out of my hair. "I'm literally the only girl in all black leather standing next to a glowing fountain. What are you, blind?"

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "I was chasing a ball. Wasn't looking forward—I was looking up."

The more I looked at his face, the more it clicked. Recognition hit me like, well, another fountain tackle. "You're Mason's friend. From the band. Uh—Tyler!"

He grinned like I'd just awarded him a medal. "Yeah, that's me. And you're Seraphina, right? Mason's big mystery date tomorrow."

I froze, my cheeks heating. Did he have to announce it like we were in the middle of a press conference?

"Seraphina! Oh my god, are you okay?" Mason's voice called. I turned my head to see him jogging toward us, panic etched all over his face.

"No, Mason," I said flatly. "I'm soaking wet, and my heel is broken again. I'm living the dream."