Chapter 40
Chapter 40 Forty
Killian's point of view
The piercing scream caused the earth beneath me to rumble, and a blinding blue light covered the darkness, impeding the moon from witnessing anything. I couldn't see a damn thing.
The earth around me was doused with an unfamiliar energy. It was so powerful that it forced me to shift from my wolf form to my human form.
The loud screams lasted longer, agitating the calm air as it turned wild, aiming at anything or, better yet, anyone in its path. The earth shook and the blinding light continued as the scream intensified.
After many long seconds, the earth's vibration stopped, and blue light vanished from the darkness, giving the moon access to the earth. I scanned around, but there was no sign of my mate, Sheila.
Ryker was getting anxious. And his anxiousness was making me furious and impatient.
I raced to where the wolves had gathered around a pillar. My heart jammed with an unrecognizable fear. To my horror and soon confusion, they were all dead. Every fucking one of those imbeciles were dead. Their blood smeared the grounds of the cemetery. They were in the most horrendous state.
This was impossible. Just a few minutes ago they were all breathing assholes, and now they are dead.
My heart skipped a fearful bit, searching around the lifeless corpses of the rogues for Sheila. I didn't realize I was holding my breath until I was done with my search, and to my relief, Sheila wasn't among
the horrid corpses.
I was relieved, but my fear was far from gone. I needed to see her safe before I could really feel calm.
I searched for Sheila, walking past the tombstones. Her scent kept getting stronger. Finally, it led me to a wall where dead rogues were scattered around. My eyes fell on the phoenix stone. It laid on the ground, glowing bright blue light, and beside it, at the center of this blood bath, was my mate, Sheila.
I was hit with sharp pain. Ryker howled in pain as well at the sight of Sheila on the cold ground. She was unconscious. The blood streaming from her body made my insides writhe with pain.
I swear I completely froze.
Fuck! This can't be. No! Sheila… I felt my breathing hitch. My heartbeat was spiking.
I couldn't move an inch, my face paralyzed with shock, my insides crippled from excruciating pain.
It can't be.
My heart was hammering hard against my chest. I couldn't breathe. It was as if every breath in existence had somehow vanished. I felt like my whole world had shattered. My life was slowly escaping from me.
I took a few excruciating steps closer to where my mate lay unmoving on the ground. The blood in my veins ceased to exist. My knees were crippled down to the bloody earth. My trembling hands moved to reach for my mate, covered in her own blood.
A broken gasp erupted from my lips as my hand touched Sheila. Her body was still and almost cold.
My body began to quiver, my bones trembling hard against my joints. My soul drowned with several emotions all at once, suffocating me. I held her firmly, pulling her body into my arms. My fingers brushed back the locks of her brown hair that covered her face.
Another broken sob left my lips in her bloody state. Her neck had been injured badly, with blood rushing from her head. She was bleeding from her stomach, her arm, and her back.
I couldn't hold the pain I felt within me. I wanted to release it. My lips flew open and a resounding growl left my lips from the pain I felt. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.
I heard hasty steps rush to where I was with my mate. Morgan and Jax were beside me, their eyes wide in horror as they wandered over the horrendous state of the wolves and then to Sheila.
"They are just like the others," Jax muttered more to himself, grabbing the stone from the bloody mess on the earth.
Morgan's hand fell on Sheila's neck, inspecting her slow pulse. Even her heartbeat was slow.
"What happened to her?" Morgan's words were low and breathless. I could see the features of his face crumpled with pain. Any other time, his affection for my mate would have angered me, but I didn't have the time for that right now. Sheila needed to be seen by the pack's healers.
"I don't know. She was like this when I found her."
"Those bloody things!" Morgan bit out in a rage.
Without saying any more, I scooped my mate into my arms, standing on my feet. I hurried out of the cemetery, finding Gwen, Nate, and Kaleb in the middle of another bloodbath of dead rogues.
The rogues' army that was fighting just some minutes ago was dead on the ground in a similar horrendous state as the ones in the cemetery.
This was awfully strange. Everyone from the Dark Circle was no longer alive. It was almost as if something aimed at them all.
"What happened to her?" Gwen was the first to speak.
"She's bleeding profusely. Can you stop it?" I asked her quickly.
Gwen moved closer to Sheila's unconscious body in my arms. Her hands were up in the air, falling on the wound on Sheila's stomach. Gwen muttered a few words before opening her eyes.
"I used a lot of my magic fighting. I can't stop her bleeding. She is in a lot of pain."
Gwen's words punctured my heart further. "Do something, please."
She held Sheila's hand and, without saying a word, she closed her eyes and opened them again.
"I absorbed some of her pain. She really needs to see the healers," Gwen said.
Everyone's eyes held fear and worry, seeing Sheila in such a horrible state. It scared me deeply.
I dashed to the castle as quickly as I could, and all of the Dark Circle witches and wolves who had attacked there were dead, just like the ones in the cemetery.
Allen and Mason rushed to my side as they noticed me approaching with a wounded Sheila in my arms.
I couldn't reply to any of their insane questions at the moment. My utmost priority was saving my mate. I made my way to Sheila's chamber and, carefully, I placed her on the bed. My body is now covered in her blood.
Riannon burst through the door, her eyes widening as she saw Sheila in that state, and she was soon by her side, sobbing profusely.
I mind-linked the pack's healers at once to come to see Sheila. Just then, Morgan came bustling through the door with Valerie, stalking behind.
My emotions were all over the place, and I couldn't hide my rage and vexation. It had blinded me already, and I couldn't stop myself.
"Come on, Valerie. Why on earth did you allow her to do something so dangerous?" I charged angrily at Valerie, but Morgan was quick to grab me before I could successfully reach her, pushing me against the wall.
He was very strong, but his strength couldn't wrestle against mine. I was stronger. I pushed myself out of his grasp.
This was all Valerie's fault. She knew Sheila wasn't like us. She didn't have her wolf and couldn't even defend herself properly, yet she sent her to retrieve the stone.
What the fuck was she thinking?
Not once did Valerie spare me a glance; her focus was on my mate, Sheila. Speedily, Valerie hurried to Sheila's side, her hands inspecting her carefully at the places she was bleeding profusely from. In a few seconds, she began muttering chants while her fingers danced skillfully over Sheila's wounds.
The door was pushed open, and Gwen rushed in, accompanied by another witch. Behind them were the pack healers.
"Everyone, please give us the room. We need to tend to her at once." Valerie turned to Morgan, Allen, Riannon, and me, indicating we left. Well, that's a bloody no.
I sent her a fierce look. "Like fuck I would. I am not leaving her side in that state of hers!"
"Please, Alpha. There's no time to argue. She is badly wounded and needs urgent treatment. We can't have you all here while we undress her," Valerie urged again, her tone pleading.
As if I really care. There was no way I was leaving my mate in such a state. I charged forward at her, but Morgan gripped me again.
"Enough, brother. Rage won't do us any good. This is Sheila's life on the line. Let the witches and healers do their work," He spoke quietly. My eyes fell into his emerald green depths, which showed nothing but pain as well.
I couldn't hold back the tears that escaped my eyes. I nodded.
Reluctantly, I left the chamber with everyone, leaving just the witches and healers to tend to my mate.
I rubbed my palm against the back of my neck, leaning on the wall. "You have to pull through. Please, Mate."