Redemption (Triplet Sequel)

Chapter 18

Zefra POV

Shit, shit, shit. This was not happening.

I ran my fingers roughly through my hair as my heart began beating faster and faster. I was actually having a panic attack. That was not good, now of all times and place. I was having trouble breathing now and I fell to my knees. I ignored the cold water that went up to my thighs and my forearms as I bent down. I couldn't hold my body up as I heaved. I began to see double and black spots appeared in my vision.

It took a while of deep breaths before I calmed down. Once the earth stopped turning, I noticed blood flowing down my arms. Blinking, I twisted to look at my back. Sure enough, the claw wounds hadn't stopped bleeding. In fact, it looked worse with the darker colors and the swelling.

Taking a deep breath, I thought of a bird. After a minute of trying, I gave up. I was too tired to turn into anything. I shook my head. Everything seemed hollow and confusing. I had no idea what was going on. I was dizzy, cold, confused, lost and badly hurt. Plus, I hadn't forgotten about the dude my mothers' wanted me to save.

I puffed my cheeks and blew out a massive breath and tried again. This time, I only thought of wings. Pain expanded as I felt my back shape itself as wings began to spur on my opened wounds. Flying was going to be a bitch.

When my body shifted enough, I got to my feet, only to fall back down. I was losing blood fast. I knew that, if nobody came to get us soon, neither the bald skinny guy and I would make it alive before finding our own way out.

It took me three times before I could get into the air and use my wings, eagle style (they rarely clap their wings), to get back to my charge. I looked around for the land mark. Once I found it I dropped down and completely missed my landing. My wings disappeared, leaving my back bare as I tucked myself in as I crashed to the ground. I rolled for a few feet before a tree stopped me short.

Ouch.

That hurt, I thought as I coughed. I wiped my mouth only to see a smear of blood on it. Damn, that was not a good sign.

I flinched as I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around to my aggressor only to find the bald skeleton guy. He raised a hand in surrender and tried to smile and mumbled something incoherent.

"What?" I asked him.

"Ey gir, wher' you'r mama?" he asked again, and this time I managed to somewhat understand.

"Gone" I told him bitterly. He coked his head and frowned. I repeated slowly and dripped with venom. "They are not coming"

The man opened his mouth, only to close it. I think he felt as much as a loss as I was at that moment.

"Look, I get it, this sucks. But trust me, if no one is coming to find us, then we are toast, dead and buried" He looked sick now. Feeling bad, I tried to soften the mood. "We need to get moving, otherwise they will find us and you'll be sent back to your living hell and I will be in actual –"

I couldn't finish my sentence as something hit me on the side and sent me crashing to the ground. I screamed in pain and writhed on the ground. What just happened?

I looked up and saw the evil twins standing beside James Hartman at the end of the clearing. I stood up and faced them with hatred flowing in my veins. I searched Alex's face for any recognition or loyalty to me. But I saw nothing.

"Impressive aren't there?" James said with a smile. He advanced slowly towards me, leaving his bodyguards at bay. "Mirrored twin warlocks. The rarest form of magic flows through their veins. Together, they are unbroken and very hard to beat. Now, where is my property? You may know him as Christoph"