Emberborn

Breaking Point

Zack's POV

"What's the problem, Doctor Finnick?" My father said sternly.

I walked across the room to stand next to my little sister who was nervously toying with the ends of her dirty blonde hair. Murphy always saw Seraphina as her role model, and I know that seeing her like that has shaken her up more than she is letting on.

"She's going to be alright, Murph. She's a lot tougher than she looks."

I whispered through a private link that we shared. Her dark hazel eyes that were more brown than green flashed to mine for a split second before settling back on her fingers.

"That's what scares me. She's the strongest person we know but yet look at her now.

"I mean you saw her, Zack!

"You saw what she was like. She was terrified. Seraphina Whelan was terrified of someone.

"Who the hell could have been strong enough to do this to her?"

She blinked her eyes hard as her hands fell into her lap. I let out a shaky breath and redirected my focus to Doctor Finnick who was rapidly flipping through the pages on her desk before she let out an exasperated breath.

"Well, that's the thing, Alpha Rhodes. I have never seen anything like this..." She said frustrated, placing her forehead in the palm of her hand and staring down at the stack of papers in disbelief.

"What do you mean?" My mom asked cautiously as my father gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze to calm her beast.

I could tell that we all had a bad feeling about what Doctor Finnick was going to say, but we all hoped for the best.

Doctor Finnick rose from her seat and picked up a small vile of blood before walking around her desk.

"I mean, besides the torture wounds and how incredibly underweight she is, the blood-work that I got back was terrifying, to say the least. Her blood type is almost nonexistent," she said examining the glass between her fingers.

"Like, as if she was drained of it?" I asked quizzically.

"Quite the opposite, actually. Instead of only having her wolf's blood mixing in her veins and healing her, they are pumped full of silver and wolfsbane, drowning her werewolf genes enough to kill her ten times over," Doctor Finnick said as-a-matter-of-fact.

"What?!" We all gasped in unison.

Doctor Finnick nodded reluctantly before continuing.

"I noticed it as I was draining the fluid from her wounds in order to stop the infection. When I broke through the skin, her blood wasn't just red, it was a mix of crimson and black along with specs of silver."

I couldn't believe my ears. A certain amount of silver alone can be enough to kill a werewolf in under 24 hours, but mixing that with wolfsbane...

You would be dead in minutes.

"Oh my Goddess..." My mother whispered as she stared off into nothingness with watery eyes.

Murphy covered her mouth with her hands and my father blinked hard and raked a hand through his short blonde hair. None of us spoke for a while until the unknown began to gnaw away at my brain.

"How is that possible?" I thought out loud.

"If what you're saying is true, then how is she still alive? How did she survive?"

Doctor Finnick begins to open her mouth, but she stops herself for a second before she speaks. She takes a deep breath and looks at the small vile in her hands before whispering softly,