Saviour

Chapter Twelve

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T W E L V E

     Ivy was lying on the ground unresponsive. One of the rogues closest to her gave her a nudge with his nose, whining when she didn't react.

Without giving it another thought, I approached the rogues. Something was telling me they weren't here to hurt us.

Greyson, still in wolf form darted in front of my legs, growling up at me. I knew exactly what he was saying, even though we couldn't communicate. I shot him a glare.

"I know what I'm doing." I snapped, continuing to move forward. I raised my hands, palms up to the wolves I was approaching, showing that I meant them no harm.

Their ears were flattened against their heads and their hackles were up- showing me they weren't exactly thrilled by my approach.

I crouched down to examine Ivy, and the wolf that had nudged her earlier growled lowly at me. I felt my Alphablood take over as I looked up at him with golden eyes, daring him to object again. Immediately, he backed away, bowing his head.

I felt Ivy's jugular vein for a pulse, and my own heartbeat picked up speed when I felt nothing. I pursed my lips. I knew that Ivy was infected with the disease Patrick had stormed my pack over, and I knew the risks about what I was going to do.

An idea popped into my head. I signaled to the wolf I had scared off before to shift into human form. He gave the wolf version of a scoff, and once again I narrowed my eyes at him. He seemed to roll his eyes as he finally did as he was asked, shifting forms.

"I'm assuming you all have the disease?" I inquired, not without sympathy.

His eyes darkened when he nodded, his features taking on a form of hatred. "It's Patrick's fault. He was the one who first somehow contracted the disease and spread it to all of his former pack. We're the ones who left him, trying to find a cure on our own. We didn't agree with his... methods." 

I nodded in understanding, gesturing to Ivy.

"Okay, I need you to give Ivy CPR as I do my best to heal her. I'm going to dedicate any spare time I have to finding a cure, trust me. But right now, I have to protect myself the best I can so that I can do that. Can you help me?"

The man in front of me was large and tough looking. I could sense he cared for Ivy more than he was willing to let on.

I could feel Greyson's rumbling body behind me now as he and his pack moved closer towards me and the rogues. I turned to the man, doing my best to look calming. "They're not going to hurt you or your pack unless they move to hurt me."

He shrugged, moving closer to Ivy so that he could start CPR. A minute had slowly slid by, and I urged him to move faster. He started the thirty compressions followed by two rescue breaths, continuing this pattern as I positioned my hands over Ivy's chest and wondered how to proceed. She wasn't injured, so I had to find a way to heal her internal organs.

This was new for me. My mother hadn't taught me how to heal diseases, or even the common cold. I knew I could do it, but this was more on the witchy side of things. It went beyond the normal healing capacities of Pack Doctors.