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•• Chapter 31 ••

"If anything is becoming intolerable or you're about to faint, tell me. Understood?" explained Zack as I nodded. "I'll try to make you feel the less pain possible, but I can't give you pills or it may interfere with the potion."

I tightened my grip on my mate's hand. I understood that it'll be painful, but I can't help myself and be nervous.

"Since it's the first time we do this, unfortunately, we don't know how long it'll take," Ryan continued to talk feeding me information as he poured a liquid in a cup.

A few seconds later, he gave it to me. And I exactly knew what it was. The remedy that would give my wings back. Or I hoped so.

It would work only if the parasite wasn't too deep in my system.

Before drinking it, I looked at my mate. Even if he only sat there next to me not showing many emotions, I could see it in his eyes. And last night, he showed me how worried he really was about this.

"Here I go," I mumbled before drinking it all.

The first thing that hit me was the taste. It wasn't disgusting at all. In fact, it was as if I just drank some juice.

Suddenly, the pain hit me hard. So hard, that it nearly knocked me out. I tried, I tried to tell Zack, but the pain. I could only groan. And hope he would understand.

I tightened my grip on my mate's hand. It hurt... IT HURT!

It was as if my back was ripped open. Or something tried to pull my wings out of me.

I rolled on myself, trying to sooth the pain. I wanted to scream, to scream so hard. Yet I could only groan in discomfort.

It was far worst than sealing my wings. The pain was excruciating.

Save me... Please, Ryan... Save me...

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Noises, someone was talking trying to be subtle, but they were so loud. I tried to move, but something felt weird. I felt so heavy and I was laying on my stomach.

I struggled more, willing my arms or legs to move, but nothing.

I started panicking, what was happening? Why couldn't I move a muscle? No matter how much I thought about it, no answers would explain why I was feeling like this.

After what seemed like hours, I could finally open my eyes and move my mouth a little. There was a strange taste lingering on my tongue.

I tried to make a sound, any sound, but the first word that came to me was Ryan. And it came out in a strange way.

I couldn't even hear what I said myself on the first try, so I called my mate again and again until someone came.

"Ryan..." I tried again, each time louder than the last one.

"I'm here Love," my mate appeared in my field of vision.

"Can't... move," I said with many difficulties.

"It's normal, the effects will diminish with time," he explained as he caressed my cheek.

"Wings?" I asked hopefully since I couldn't feel anything.

He was about to answer when someone called him. It seemed urgent.

"I'll be back, Zack will take care of you in the meanwhile," he kissed my hand before flying off.

I wondered what happened? Nothing too important I hoped. As I was waiting for my mate to come back, my eyelids felt heavier by the seconds. Slowly, I drifted from being conscious and unconscious. Finally, I let go and let the darkness envelop me.

When I woke up again, to my relief, I could freely move even though my body seemed heavier than usual. I stretched and rolled around on my back when a sharp pain went through my spine making me cry out.

I rolled back on my stomach and stayed still until the pain subsided.

I slowly, and I insist on the slowly sat up. Sitting on my heels, I looked around seeing no one.

I sat up and nearly fell back on the bed. What was happening? Why couldn't I keep my balance? I walked with my hand on the wall steadying myself. Before leaving the room, I saw a mirror at the corner of my eye.

I left the wall, my only support and carefully walked toward it. When I was facing it, my reflection shocked me. First, it was because I looked exhausted and second, I didn't saw my wings hanging from my back.

I started crying. I couldn't help it. I knew it wasn't a 100% chance, but I was still disappointed. I rubbed my tears away from my cheeks before turning my back to my reflection.

"Why are you crying?" a familiar asked scaring me, but also made me cry even harder.

I looked up and saw my Ryan looking at me with worried eyes. I knew he always wanted to see my wings, I wanted to fly by his side, to share that bond we had in the air. But now, nothing of that is possible anymore.

"Because m-my wings... D-didn't co-come o-out!" I said between tears.

Ryan pulled me into a hug with his arms around my waist. We stood there as he comforted me until I cried out all the water from my body. After a long moment, it was silent, but I didn't want to move. I was sad and very disappointed. Then all my anger against my father came back in a rush. Something in me snapped, everything that happened was his damn fucking fault. I would kill him myself and take away his wings in the most painful way possible.

I'LL MAKE HIM REGRET IT.

"Keith," called my mate making me look up and he was smiling. It was a true smile, why? "Look behind you."

I only turned my head since Ryan didn't let go of my waist. I saw my reflection again, and I cried. But this time, I was crying out of joy.

There were white small wings on my back. They were exactly how I remembered them. But why were they this small?

"They'll have to grow all over again. It'll take a few weeks."

"I can't believe it..." I whispered as I couldn't stop staring at my baby wings.

I tried to move them and they did! It flapped making a small breeze. I looked back at my mate. I was so happy!

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I hugged my mate with all my strength.