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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳: 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘣𝘭𝘦
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𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬
THE PACK STARE IN horror as I pull the silver dagger out, the edges grating on my ribs as I do so, and I can hear them swallow loudly as the hole heals faster than any of them have seen before. I see their eyes flicker to Scott and turn as wide as saucers as they notice that he hasn't even begun to heal. My eyes follow theirs and narrow when I see the blood trickling down his side, the flow not even stopping to allow him to heal.
I walk over to the almost Alpha and help him stand, my hand under his elbow and balancing him as he tries to regain his footing. When he loses it, I instantly pick him up and zoom to one of the many spare rooms Elijah prepared for the arrival of the Pack. I gently lay him on the bed and pull up his shirt. I immediately put pressure on the wound as blood begins to pour out and curse. I yell for Lydia and Derek to get to the room, and I hear them running as fast as possible to get to me.
"Lydia, put pressure on his wound," I order. "Derek, you're going to need to hold him down. This is going to hurt him like hell."
They take their designated places and Derek looks at me. "What are you going to do?"
"First, get whatever is stopping the healing process out of him. Then, if he still can't heal, I'm going to have to heal him. That won't be pretty."
"What do you mean heal him? What are you?"
"My blood isn't just one species, sourwolf, and neither is Scott's. He may be almost fully wolf, but he still has human in him because he wasn't born a wolf like you, Peter and Cora. My blood is of two completely different species - maybe even three to four if you want to count my heritage - but it's mainly two."
I cut Derek off from saying anything else by digging my clawed hand into Scott's side. A howl resonates through the French Quarter and I growl, warning Scott and everyone else to remain quiet. Blood bubbles out of the wounds and my eyes shift, my claws lengthening and finding the small sliver of my claw that Scott's body refused to give up when I scratched him.
I grip it between my claws and yank it out of the wolf's body, a grunt leaving him. His wound heals slowly, but the blood pulses out, constantly stopping the healing process. I growl and bite my wrist, pressing it firmly to Scott's slightly open mouth. His eyes blow wide and everyone sees the red tinge grow slightly in his wolf eyes.
"Hold him down!" I growl.
Scott begins to buck on the bed and a surprised yelp comes from Lydia. I grab her wrist and pull her behind me, out of the way of Scott's flailing limbs. Derek growls and Liam runs into the room, pinning Scott's legs down as Derek works on pinning Scott's upper body down. Blood runs from Scott's mouth and I roll my eyes, pushing my wrist fully into his mouth.
"Swallow it, McCall!" I snarl, my eyes flashing a dangerous shade of red. "Swallow it yourself or I'll compel your ass again!"
At that all fight leaves his body. It collapses back onto the bed and he swallows the blood, his body instantly healing and all signs of distress and pain leaving his face. His eyes change back to their normal brown and meet my brilliant silver and black eyes. I try to tear my wrist away from his mouth as my memories work their way from myself to Scott, but his hand breaks free of Derek's hold and grips my wrist tightly.
"Scott, no," I say, shaking my head violently. "Don't you dare. You're not ready for this."
He closes his eyes and starts to gulp my blood quicker. I growl warningly and then fall to my knees, the loss of blood beginning to take effect. Lydia and Derek are at my side instantly and are making sure I'm okay. I try not to brush their kindness off, but it's difficult considering the memory that Scott is seeing.
