Heart Of The Forsaken

Whatever it takes

🌜I have noticed that my readers have dropped, as have my comments and votes. Is this story not very good anymore? Is there something I could do to make it better? Could I please get come feedback? Okay writer rant over now I promise. Alright so song on the side is perfect.🌛

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I can feel nothing. No pain, no joy, no bond. It's gone all of it. It's like a part of me was removed. I can't find him. I have tried to call out to Skyler from the very moment I felt his pain, but just as suddenly as the pain took over it ended and I have felt nothing since.

I have tried to contact Severin, Rayven, I even tried Spyke, but I have gotten nothing. It's like they are gone, all of them, buts its not possible! No! I refuse to even think of it.

I need to find them, and I need to do it now. Without a word I take off in the direction they went. I hear movement behind me but don't bother to stop to see who has followed, I need to find Skyker. All I can smell is his scent as I hone in on their trail.

I push myself harder, I need to be there for him, I refuse to believe that I'm to late, he has to be alive, he just has to be. I have been running for quite some time now, and I can just barely hear the footfalls behind me, but I can smell the blood ahead of me. It's do strong, almost overpowering. There are so many different sources of blood, so many unfamiliar to me, but two stand out clearly among the sea of scents. My brothers blood, strong and sweet to my nose, and then sweeter than all others and so strong, is My Skyler's.

It's just around the bend, I'm so close, and I push the last bit of energy in my reserves out do that I might get there a few seconds faster. As I round the bend in the trail, its like I ran into a brick wall, the scent if blood was do think in the air that I had to push myself forward. My wolf deep within whimpers at the cloying scent of blood, he tries to convince me go turn and run away, that what awaits me within the clearing isn't what I want to see.

It takes everything inside me to push him down and to walk into the blood soaked clearing. There in the middle, soaked in blood lies my mate. Severin holds his head in his lap, and is forcing blood down his throat, Rayven kneels beside his shoulder, blood pouring from his wrist into a wound on his chest. It felt like the air was knocked out of me, I can't feel him in my soul, but even with my own eyes its plain to see his small fragile body, laying pale and caked in blood.

I can't seem to utter a word, and fall down to my knees in a pudge of blood, still warm from the body that it flowed from. Spyke is the first to see me, and rushes to my side. I can see his mouth moving but I can't focus on the words, all I feel is this emptiness that was so full just a shirt time ago.

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I tear my eyes from the sight of my brothers limp, pale and lifeless body when I hear a splashing behind me and to my right. I watch as Kin's long lean body folds in on itself as be crumples down to the blood drenched ground.

I run to him and grip his shoulders and shake him slightly trying to gain his attention. "Kin, Kin he's going to be alright. He's going to be okay." Nothing seems to work to get his attention. Directly behind us I hear rapid footsteps approaching. Kin is in no shape to protect himself, Drake has his hands full with Mayka, Severin and Rayven both are still occupied with Skyler, so that leaves only myself to protect us all.

I stand up and turn to face the approaching footfalls, I crouch down in preparance of shifting, when out of the underbrush emerges Ciro, the little hawk shifter. Clutched firmly in his gloved hand is is a silver dagger, coated in blood. I watch him closely to gage whether he was truly friend or for.

When I flicker my eyes down to the dagger, he makes to take a step forward. Well then that answered that. Damn, silver against wolf is never a good thing, at least not for the wolf, and even from this distance I can smell the wolfs bane coating the length of the blade.

To most shifters wolfs bane is just another herb, a great addition to tea for added nurients I hear, but to a wolf shifter, it spells pain. When combined with silver it is almost always fatal. I have no choice but to fight him, and from the way he carries himself I have no doubt that he is trained well in hand to hand combat, while I on the other hand only know how to fight as a wolf.

I shift before he has the time to process that its my intention, and start backing away from everyone in the clearing, hoping to draw him away from everyone, giving them all a chance to survive. Ciro does just as I hopes he would and follows me, not even paying any attention to the others, who are all still unaware of what's happening.

I draw him further and further away, I don't want there to be even the slightest chance of my brother, or anyone else I guess, being killed.

My body quivers lightly in anticipation of the first move, my steel grey fur stands on end with every movement Ciro makes. I know soon the fight will begin, and I'm not optimistic about my chances of survival. I'm not a fighter, I'm a tracker, silver and wolfs bane mean death to most wolves, its such a shame I never got to find my mate before my upcoming death.

Without warning Ciro rushes forward with the blade extended, at just the last moment I leap sideways just out of reach of the blade. Ciro turns on his toes and slashes backwards with the blade, just barely nicking me, and yet searing pain ran down my side. I can't control the yelp of pain that flys from my mouth.

I push the pain aside as I see Ciro coming at me again, blade leading the charge, held low aimed for my chest. I weigh my options, and make the one I think will at least prolong my life a little longer. I stand and hold my ground, Ciro is just a few fee from me, and when he's close enough I leap up into the air and let his small body pass under me. Just before he's fully past I push down with my hind legs, and catch him down his back with my claws, tearing the flesh to shreds where I could reach.

Before my feet fully hit the ground I hear his scream of pain, and know I have at least wounded him enough to maybe slow him down a bit. Maybe now I might have a chance to take him out with me, I fear that to be my best chance.

When I land I pivot my body around to face Ciro, only to be faced with his dagger. I don't have a chance to move more than a few inches, and his dagger slices into my shoulder, pain fly across my body as tissue separates. The pain is almost more than I can bare, until I think of everyone back at the clearing depending on me for their survival, even if they are unaware of it. Then I think of Skyler, how if it wasn't for Ciro he wouldn't be laying back there, so close to death, and I feel the rage rush forward, pushing everything else away, including the extreme pain from my wounds.

A snarl rips itself from my throat, and I can see the surprise flash across Ciro's face, he was so sure he had beaten. Time to show him that its never over until I say so. As he pulls his arm back, and the dagger tears itself from my flesh, I turn my head slightly to the left and sink my teeth into the flesh on the side of his stomach. A scream rips from his mouth when I feel my teeth meet with his stomach still firmly gripped within my mouth.

I shake my head and in turn I feel the large section of in my mouth tear lose I shake my head harder, and blood fills my mouth as the entire area comes free from his body. Before his body falls to the ground I feel the searing pain of his blade as it enters my neck, just missing my spine and all major blood vessels.

This time without the rage to fill me with energy and power I feel the pain rocket through me, the pain is to much for me to bear and my body shifts without my permission. Once in human form again I can't help but fall to the ground, just barely keeping myself from falling face first onto the cold and now blood covered ground.

I choke out in agony as I reach back behind my neck and grip the handle of the silver dagger in my hands. I force myself to push through the pain, and pull the dagger out, I know it can't stay for every second it's there I'm being poisoned more, by both the wolfs bane and by the dagger itself.

When its finally free I drop it down beside myself and lay my head down on my arm that I have folded under my head. I'm naked, cold, covered in blood again, and injured possibly beyond surviving. The very worst thing though, was no knowing whether my brother was going to live, or if I would soon see him on the other side.

My last thought before the blackness over took me was, hold on little brother I will be with you soon.