Crimson Mist ✔️

39: Fight!

I didn't need saving. Jeremy and Tyler should have kept out of it, because Michael and I had everything under control. Before that first guy dropped dead in front of us, we were both ready to fight, and when it happened, I know I lost focus, and that's the only reason the other guy was able to get a hold of my throat.

So, one could say it was Jeremy's fault that I was choked.

Jean, are you with Petra? I ask, trying to get a hold of my pack's witch so I can heal.

My vision is still blurry, but I'm not crying anymore. My head is hurting like hell, and I feel very nauseous all of a sudden. My thighs are killing me, too. I can barely keep myself up. My legs are shaking violently, and I'm not sure how much longer I can do this.

I see the fallen tree that I hid behind earlier, and slump down on the ground underneath its roots.

Yup, we just got rid of four idiots, Jean's voice chimes through my head with a slight laughter. You okay?

No, I'm hurt, I admit. I can't walk anymore, my legs are shaking too much.

Where are you?

I explain where I am, roughly, saying I'm somewhere in the snow among trees, earning a laugh from my pack-sister. Eventually we're able to narrow it down through some teamwork, telling each other what we see, and Jean tells me they're on their way.

I lean back against the cold tree, and try to relax. I'm not in the slightest worried about dying right now. Instead, I'm focusing on how I can be strong and not shed a single tear over Jeremy and his poor life decisions.

"Danielle?" Petra's voice comes through the continuing sounds og wolves getting hurt and howling for backup.

I raise my hand up above the roots of the fallen tree, waving so she can see where I am.

Just a moment later, two figures kneels in front of me. One of them looks blue on top, and the other looks more natural, like the brown color from the underside of the tree. An earthy color that I quite like. It reminds me of love and trust for just a second, until I remember that Jeremy's hair is almost the same color. Just a bit darker.

"What the hell happened to you?" Jean asks. "I thought Jeremy and Tristan were keeping an eye on you!"

"Jeremy can go fuck himself," I mutter, before my thighs start to sting and I hiss in pain.

"Keep her down, this is really bad," Petra says, "it's going to hurt like hell."

She doesn't even finish her sentence before another sharp pain hits my thighs, and I clamp my eyes shut to keep myself from screaming. No one can hear me scream, it'll take the focus away from both my brother and my mate. Even though I don't like Jeremy right now, I don't want him dead because he thinks I'm in trouble.

When the stinging is over, I open my eyes again and my vision is a little more clear. I can see that it in fact is Jean and Petra who is kneeling in front of me, and I relax a little.

"Thank you," I whisper, and lean my head back.

"Don't thank me yet, you're still in pretty bad shape. Here," Petra says, handing me two vials. One of them has a green,  bubbling liquid inside, and the other is dark red and smoking. "The green one's for healing your cracked skull. It's definitely broken. The other is to make your blood coagulate quicker if you get hurt again."

It sounds too good to be true, but I've seen her use her magic before, and she's currently pouring a lot of blue healing-water onto my thighs, and I've seen that work wonders before. So I trust her. I throw back the contents of the vials and hand her the empty glass back.