Chapter 15: Survivors

I called her softly, walking over to her.

I nervously entered the bed with her. She instinctively moved closer, curling herself around my legs. I had my hands up and my breath coming out in a short wheeze.

Touch her!

She's too close… I whined.

Kale!

Fine!

I hitched her body up and made sure my arms stayed around her waist. She was whimpering.

'Treat her,' Taylor gave me a look.

'Yes, she's the human girl I was made to promise not to kill. Don't let anyone know yet.'

'Hope you won't mind me stripping he…' I snarled at him.

" I need to give her a thorough check to know the damages. You'll be here to watch me, I won't eye her, I promise.' I stared at him suspiciously.

We don't have a choice.

I did it myself, can't trust another unmated wolf with the human girl.

I kept my eyes on him as he checked her, my hands still wrapped around her.

Vanessa winced and whimpered whenever she was touched. I looked at her body which I'm sure was spotless. Her skin had new, old, healing wounds and injuries. There were slashes, cuts… I couldn't look at her, not even her face was good enough to look at.

It took Taylor an hour to complete the tests.

'I don't know Kale, I don't think she can make it. It's a surprise that she is still breathing.'

'What is the damage?'

'Damages,' he corrected.

'Damages Kale, damages,' he sighed.

'Almost all her ribs are broken, her eye sockets are completely bad, her ears have serious infections but treatable. She lacks nutrients and it seems like she drank some sewer water…'

'Please, don't tell me again. Is there anything you can do? To save her?'

'I don't know, her heartbeat has slowed down, almost stopping. If she was a werewolf, I would have figured something out but she's not. There's this odd feeling am having about her identity. She ought to be dead.' He said puzzledly.

'Can't you get her eyes fixed? Her…'

'Her eyes is the least of her problems, she has so much in her already. If I get her eyes treated, what about her ears? What about her failing heart and kidney? What about her ribs? What about her face? W…'

'Enough!' I barked. 'Taylor, what do I do to heal her? She can't die or I will too. Is this the punishment the moon goddess has laid out for me? She can't die, we have to do something.'

''There is one thing we can do,' he said thoughtfully. I knew that look.

''No, I'm not doing that, I can't use my sanative ability on her. The more I use any of my abilities, the wilder Killian becomes. I can barely contain him, my body won't be able to carry him if…'

''Kale, you use your powers and she survives and your wolf gets a little bit stronger, or you don't use your powers and the girl dies and your wolf either loses his sanity or die. Which one sounds better?'

Kale, I can manage it, just heal her.

But…

We die either way! Just heal her!

I had some kind of abilities, powers generated from something valuable.

But the more I used it, the stronger Killian becomes and the weaker my body gets.

A werewolf is a combination of humans and wolves, one can't live without the other. If my body fails, so would the wolves.

But Taylor believes Killian has the power to rip out of my body; separate himself from me. However, if that is done, he would become too wild and a killing machine.

It wasn't something I wished to experience. In this case, I had no choice.

I delicately took her hands, clasping our palms together; twinning our fingers tight. I looked at Taylor who was looking back at me with agitation. Wasn't helping me but I couldn't let that stop me.

Focusing all my attention on the scars on her body, the blood, the open wounds, her maimed face, I released the energy into her. I closed my eyes when I sensed something buried deep inside of her, so strongly buried I could barely feel it. My wolf turned and whimpered, almost clawing at my subconscious to get to what was buried in.

I shook my head, reaching out to whatever was buried inside. A loud bell rang in my head, distracting me from getting to it. I removed my hands from hers, sending them to my head.

'Kale, are you okay?' Taylor asked anxiously.

''Church bells, klaxons,' I groaned. I fell on the bed, pressing my head into the pillow, whimpering as the incessant ringing continued. She tossed on the bed, her leg resting on mine. The bell stopped ringing. I exhaled, my head was still throbbing.

She sighed as she slowly passed out.

''Keep everyone out of the hospital, I think I'm going to…'

My vision turned completely black. My eyes closed as I passed out.