Clouded Vision

Clouded Vision, Chpt 9

NOTE: Ok, so there is a big error here. When i first wrote the book, I didn't want to connect thoughts of werewolves, but after a while it became obvious i had to. I changed the beginning so that werewolves talked to each other, but in this chapter Vince and Adair connect minds for the first time, though they had already shared thoughts earlier in the book so therefore their minds technically should already be connected. So do me a favor and for now pretend like they're not connected.

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Chapter Nine

Unwanted Attention

Adair immediately gathered his wits and let go. Adair's expression was one of absolute horror.

Stay here and apply pressure to the wound. Vince instructed.

Adair snarled in reply.

She'll die if you don't. I can save her, but only if you listen to me. If you don't, you lose her.

Adair visibly grappled with the situation for a second, then tore a piece of fabric from the body's shirt and held it to her throat. He rumbled a complaint, and Vince could taste a bit of his old personality that wasn't lost. Yet.

Vince nodded and took off. The wound would kill a normal human, but Eve stood a good chance with his help. He ran through the streets, puddles splashing under his heels. He pondered as he ran.

If Eve died, Adair would kill him. And Vince, at the moment, didn't care. Without Eve, his world would collapse. He would go mad if that happened. He couldn't lose everything a second time.

Vince arrived at the house and ran to his room, sending mental images to anyone that tried to slow him down. Eve was in trouble.

In his room, he grabbed a worn container in his mouth, burnt to a crisp on the outside but mercifully saved on the inside. It was the last thing of Auntie May's that he owned. But he'd use it all to save Eve.

The way back couldn't be short enough. He could sense the minutes ticking by as Eve's glowing life wavered. Then he saw them. There wasn't enough time to switch to a more comfortable form, so he opened the container with his teeth, washed his paw in a puddle and dipped his paw into the salve. It was cool and green, ground from a mixture of plants that had no effect on humans but radically helped werewolf wounds.

Move the cloth. Vince ordered.

Adair obeyed, but bared his teeth.

Vince smeared the salve over Eve's throat. It looked alright; skin was already repairing itself. Vincent crept into Eve's mind. It was at a delicate state, but was gaining strength at a constant rate. The salve had helped immensely. Vincent sighed.

She'll live. He informed Adair.

Adair closed his eyes in relief. Good. He muttered.

Memories flashed through Vincent's eyes. Eve with another woman coming to his land. Adair and Eve together. Trying to charm the female. She, laughing and telling him he was like a father to her. The crippling feeling of rejection, but hope because she hadn't rejected him completely.

Vincent frowned, confused. These were clearly Adair's memories; Faith and Eve had already told him this story.

Damn, damn, damn! Vince thought in frustration, a burst of intuition running through him. Of course. When Vincent communicated to Adair in his wolf form, and when Adair replied, they had unwillingly made a connection. Vince threw up a wall between the two, for now his thoughts had caught Adair's attention. What should he do? Through a connection Adair could literally destroy his mind, and a connection wasn't something you could simply delete. Vince stole a look toward Adair. He was staring curiously, intently at Vince. Probably the same expression Vincent had.