Blood

Chapter Twenty-Eight: All Things Must End

"Kαlαssε, you'd sacrifice your sisters to me on a gamble?" I ask, disgusted.

"It's a gamble I can't loose Miss Alpha," Kαlαssε sneers. "You can't kill me and you know it."

I slowly close my eyes and they start to glow. Opening my eyes I say, "I can kill you Kαlαssε, because you can die."

It's brief but the slight change in her pulse and breathing give her away. She doesn't know if I am knowledgeable on how to kill her. I don't, but I have a pretty good idea as to how it can be done. After killing the others I just need to go after her. I can sense Darryl is getting close so I command, "Darryl, kill the three women, rip out their hearts."

Darryl flashes by and I plunge at Kαlαssε. Zev goes unconscious so I push her away from him. "It's just me and you Kαlαssε, just me and you," I taunt her.

"You're nothing but a Luna playing at Alpha. You will not be able to match me even if you do know the method by which I can die," She sneers.

I smirk and come to a stop, putting my hand on my hip. "You are a white woman Kαlαssε. Just because you cannot be killed before the others, it does not mean you are invincible," I say.

I hear the final of the three other white women dying and my smile widens. She looks almost panicked and I know my hunch was right. The reason that book ended abruptly at how to kill her, it's not because they didn't document it. It's because it's not special. The others could only die in one specific way but Kαlαssε, she's normal. Without her twenty barriers that are granted by her sisters, she's no harder to kill than a human.

"Goodbye," I say, before plunging my hand though her stomach. Her eyes widen as she begins to bleed out.

She coughs up blood and in her final words says, "His blood worked, next time I will finish what I've started."

She goes limp and I pull my arm from her body. There's nothing I can do about her having completed her work, all I can do is write it down, such that the next generation that faces the White Women will be prepared. Next time her sisters will also be different. Kαlαssε sacrificing them for her own ends can only bring her suffering.

I hear a sputtering of coughs and whip around. Zev is rolled over on his side and his eyes partially open. I remove his bindings and give him space. His alpha-ness is not going to be thankful if I attempt to help him right now. His ego has taken enough blows from the White Women as it is.

He slowly stands and I can tell what he needs from the look in his eyes. "Follow me Mate," I say.

When we arrive at the cabin Zev can barely stand. We get in and I almost don't get him to the one singular bed in the place before he collapses. I give Darryl a list of things to get from the pack doctor and he runs off. Returning to Zev I sigh. I flip him over and look at the wounds. They're not healing properly. I can only hope that I can help him without revealing his state to anyone, including the pack doctor.

Darryl returns and I grab the stuff from him then tell him to keep away from the cabin as I'm healing Zev. He nods in understanding and then leaves in silence. I go to Zev and start to lay out the supplies. The first thing I do is disinfect and clean the wounds. Then I apply a special goop that helps wolves with healing faster. I bandage him up and then look at my daunting task ahead. I have no training in this, and even trained professionals sometimes can't get it right.

A half hour later I have properly gotten it such that my blood is transferring to Zev. Don't try this at home kids. I'm glad that mates override the natural rules of blood transfusions having to be the same, or compatible, blood types. The Moon Goddess did us a favor there. When I start to feel a drain from the blood loss I rip out the tubing and needle from my own arm. Then I carefully remove it from Zev's arm.