Page 23 of Starting a New Life

The world around me was a cacophony of screams, laughter, and shots, but I had to drown it all out, had to stop listening to anything but the fluttering heartbeat of my patient.

My mind screamed as I kept sending magic into his body. More and more and more. My vision swam, sounds mingling.

Laughter, cries, snarls, panting…

The panting got louder and louder, paws hitting the ground in a crescendo of doom.

“Guns!” I screamed at them, my hands still pressed to the teen’s chest, but my voice wasn’t as loud as I wanted, nothing more than a voiceless cry. “They have guns!”

The wolf under me coughed, and blood leaked from his mouth.

Fuck.

He couldn’t die.

I couldn’t let him die.

He didn’t deserve this.

He was a kid. A fucking kid.

I focused back on the task at hand as chaos erupted all around me. Snarls and shots, shouting and squelching noises. Someone growled at me, but I kept going. If I let go now, he’d die.

I couldn’t let him die.

It’d all be my fault…

I reached for every bit of the remaining magic inside me. It wasn’t much, but I grasped it all and shoved it into the kid, aiming for his punctured lungs. I needed to… needed…

My magic snapped, latching onto someone else. An aura so bright that it blinded me. An aura that called out to me.

No, no, no, no, no.

This couldn’t be happening.

Not now.

Not ever.

Not a wolf.

My energy drained as the last bit of my magic left my body, following my orders to repair and to heal as I heard the bright aura shout in fury. Dark eyes met mine, hot rage lighting up behind his eyes as one word managed to reach my ears through the thick fog of the battle around us.

“Cell.”

The world around me turned dark, my body nothing without my magic, and I got pulled into the black nothingness that was calling for me.

Please don’t let him die…

Chapter 6

Gray

Again.

My eyes snapped open in fury, the shrill warning ringing in my head. I was already up and on my way out the door as the screeching in my head fully registered with me.

My thoughts were like thick syrup, but my wolf was wide awake and out for blood.