The Boy Witch

22: Caught

"MORRIGAN!!!"

My mind feels like it's being split open with how much force I had to use to get the message through. A sudden pain cracks through my lungs, leaving me gasping for air I can't find. As a puff of smoke lands on the branch a few feet away, I begin coughing uncontrollably.

"Northern!" Morrigan cries out, her tone panicked upon seeing my bloody clothes. Wetness trickles down from my nose as a metallic taste coats my throat. I can't respond to the black cat and raise a hand to cover my mouth as I cough. When I take it back I see a familiar thick red covering my palm.

"You fucking idiot, you overdid yourself!" The black cat curls at my side, looking into my lap to view my injured arm cradled over my stomach. Her hackles raise as she lets out a hiss, her nose scrunched from the heavy stench of blood. Weakly, I point a finger down to the ground.

"Werewolves..." I wheeze out, forcing myself to stay awake. I brush the back of my good hand at my nose lightly, pulling it away to find more red. Morrigan's bright blue eyes narrow at the ground, seeing Alex with the other two wolves. Alex looks up at her with a frown, eyes filling with worry and regret before turning to the wolves around him with a stony face.

"Go get my father and the doctor," I hear him command sternly, but the words are pushed to the back of my mind. After a moment of silence, he barks out, "I said go!"

I ignore the commotion from below and try and focus on staying awake. With the throbbing and almost unbearable pain of my arm coupled with the fact my lungs feel like they've been burned, I begin to think that I'm loosing too much blood. A wave of dizziness has me almost tipping over the branch, my blurring sight just letting me see the rigid back of Morrigan.

"Oh Stars, North, stay awake. I disappeared right in front of that rat pack for you," she rambles, trying to keep my focus. As she continues, I faintly register that she's speaking her thoughts aloud. "Damn it all, I can't help you here. Too much to go wrong—everything is wrong—but I can't get you back to the house without using too much magic. If I did, I can't heal you and to push that limit is to push you too far. Stars above—!" The little back cat continues on, cursing the fates or whichever higher powers there are for how things turned out and just trying to keep me awake.

My breathing becomes labored, feeling more difficult as I take in each breath. I feel numb, the happenings around me fading out and pushed to the back of my mind. The voices from below are overpowered by the ringing in my ears. My heart beats almost painfully fast in my chest, a chill setting into my body.

Black creeps into the edges of my vision, dulling the colors around me until my sight became monochrome. I let my head hit the tree trunk, vaguely hearing Morrigan's alarmed voice. It sounds so far away. As I feel my body tip over the edge, I weakly mumble something to Morrigan before my vision blacks.

"Sorry."

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Alex's heart stutters in his chest as North falls over, watching him with wide eyes. As the boy nears the ground he runs forward, arms out to catch him as best as he can.

"Capere eius."

The air suddenly chills as those words cut through the air. North's body hangs in the air, perfectly still, as if caught in a picture. Alex doesn't look away as North is slowly lowered to the ground by an unseen force, ignoring the gentle whispers floating through the air. Once within his grasp Alex wraps his arms under his knees and back, leaning his head against his chest. Gently, Alex kneels down, making sure that North isn't jostled in the process.