By Your Side. (Sequel to Art Girl and Wolf Boy)

By Your Side. (30)

Okay, I was going to post a beginning prank funeral scene, but obviously you guys wouldn’t appreciate that :). Just to let you know again: it isn’t over yet.

Seriously. The cursing kinda freaked me out a bit. So I’m posting, just to put your minds at ease. Alright? Good. Appreciate it.

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Phoebe’s POV:

　

The pain. I couldn’t stand it.

Even as the wolves began fighting the men on the porch, coating the land with blood, I could do nothing but shift and walk slowly over to my mate’s limp body.

The sounds of fighting didn’t matter. The screams and cries didn’t matter.

I fell to my knees at his body.

There was this feeling inside of me...this welling in my chest. It roared and fought against my skin, climbing higher and higher into my throat until...

I threw my head back and screamed. Tears poured down my cheeks and I screamed and screamed, holding his hand until the necklace around my neck shattered. The ring around Archer’s thumb glowed.

I hadn’t traveled in so long. Ever since the necklace had been given to me, I hadn’t been thrown into the past because of my emotions.

This time was different.

I knew what I had to do.

I remembered Archer’s grin.

I remembered the feel of my legs around his waist as he gave me a piggy back ride, his arms, comforting around me when my mother died, the determination in his voice when he said that he’d take care of me.

His laugh. The light happiness in his eyes, the way he smiled at everyone as if they mattered. The first time we danced together. The first time that we kissed. The first time that he sang me to sleep.

When he told me that he loved me. When he was there for me, during my first shift.

When he killed for me.

It was all my fault. Everything was my fault. He wouldn’t be here, in this position, if it weren’t for me.

And I’d be damned if I let him stay like this. He was not going to die. He couldn’t. I wouldn’t allow it.

“You are going to live, do you understand me?” I could barely see him through my tears. I cupped his face in my hands even as I felt myself slipping away. His eyes were still open, unseeing. “No matter what.”

I slipped away.

The journey was fast, and in no time, I saw the ground. I saw myself, my face etched in fear, and the wolves all over the clearing. I saw the fire raise into the air, from where the man had attempted to make an example of me.

I settled into my body and blinked, prepared to play my part.

And as soon as he called for Zane, I lunged.

Faster than I had ever run before, I sprinted to the porch, picked up the scissors, and flung them in the direction of the fire man’s heart.

He stopped my hand before it made contact, smirking coldly.

“Did you really think it would be that easy?” He hissed.

I don’t know what happened.

It was the desperation. It had to be. Knowing what would happen to Archer, my Archer, if I didn’t do something.

I twisted out of his scorching grip, threw my head back, and rammed it into his.

Pain shot through my forehead, but it had the desired affect. He staggered back and I swung the scissors into his heart.

He looked at me for a moment, then fell to his knees, bleeding.

My chest heaved but I was fine. I’d done it. I’d saved Archer. It was over.

The pack, encouraged by a roar from my dad, surged forward and began overtaking the men that were spilling outside.

I wiped away a few tears, then leaned down to check the man’s pulse. It was barely there, but it wouldn't be in a few seconds. I straightened, wincing.

My head still hurt. Badly.

But first I needed to know, needed to make sure that he was alive.

I stood and surged through the masses, around legs and arms to find Archer.

And then he was there.

Alive. Healthy. Glowing with vibrance and, most improtantly, not dead.

He rubbed his eyes, staggering to his feet, and I could only stand there and take in his beauty.

HIs eyes met mine. Instead of the heartwarming smile that I expected though, his face turned into one of horror.

"PHOEBE!"

And then there was nothing but pain. I ran down my back and I screamed as he came again, sharp against my spine. I slumped forward and Archer caught me as the fire man fell against the porch railing.

"Now...we're...even."

I was sobbing. Blood spilled down my back and onto the porch as Archer leaned me against the floor, shouting for help. Desperation was painted all over his face as he ran his hands over me anxiously. 

"Archer," I croaked, hot tears spilling out of the corner of my eyes. Dots began to color my vision and my eyes closed. 

"Wake up," he commanded sharply, leaning over me. His hair tumbled into his eyes. I wanted to brush it away, but my arm felt so heavy...

"You are not falling asleep, Phoebe. You are not going to die on me."

He started to cry. I forced my hand up, though it hurt so, so much, and brushed his tears away. The bllod was still hot against my back, soaking my tee. The scissors that I'd been stabbed with were a few feet away.

"Shh," I soothed, brushing his cheeks. They were so soft, wet with tears. My own still spilled down my face endlessly. I felt like a hypocrite, telling him not to cry while I was. "You will be okay, Archer. You will be fine without me. I...know it."

"No," He shook his head fiercely. "I refuse to even consider it."

"You have to." I said gently. 

"No," he repeated.

But I felt my breaths becoming shallow, and I knew that he could hear my heartbeat becoming slower.

I stared up into his beautiful sky blue eyes and touched his face again.

His face hardened in resolve.

"No," he growled, more wolf than human. "I will not let you go."

His eyes and palms began to glow bright blue.

A warmth shot through my body, as if he had pressed a live wire to my heart. And then he kissed me.

It was as if the entire world were screaming. My body arched and I tried to scream against his mouth but it was too strong, too firm on mine. I gripped the slats of wood beneath us. Every nerve in my body felt as if they were drenched in fire.

Beneath my eyelids, the red glow of light stung my eyes. I closed them more tightly and kissed Archer harder.

Something in me connected.

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Okay. So Archer's not dead. And just to let you know neither, is Phoebe. I love the song on the side --> I want it played at my funeral. Next post should be extremely fast!