Chapter Eighteen: A Magic Fever and a Couple of Allies

Genovi:

"Who is the Alpha there?" She inquired softly, unable to move from my arms. Clearing my throat, she had just met him and he was the quiet one. We never got along, his stubborn streak one of the most irritating challenges that I had ever faced. Leaping out of my arms, she burst from the car. Banging on the door, she leaned against the tall wall to keep steady. Why was she so insistent on talking with them? Did she really think that she could do what my family couldn't manage to do?

"You don't want to talk to him." I warned her icily, holding her by the waist. "He is a major dick. On top of that, he is stubborn as a mule." Banging harder, one of the twins ripped open the door. The snarl on his lips told me that it was Alpha Gregory himself, a chill running up my spine. Ice basically dripped off the crook of his nose, her pleasant smile throwing him off. Flipping me off, she was on the warpath. My words would never change her end goal. She was probably just as stubborn as him, this whole interaction was going to be a battle of the wits.

"So, I was wondering about a treaty. You see the whole world seems to be after me, and I want protection." She offered kindly, his eyes narrowing. "I did save you all after all. So you do owe me. Also when I say a bit of protection I mean that you would come in handy at the final showdown. After everything is done, you can forget all about us. How does that sound?" Rolling his eyes, a rush of air dried us off as she slammed the door shut. Not taking no for an answer, her fist banged on the door again. Ripping the door open, he caught her fist midair. A growl rumbled in his throat, raw fury burning in his eyes.

"What the fuck do you want!" Gregory demanded hotly, tossing her fist aside. "You are the most annoying werewolf that I have ever met, and you should just leave us alone." Maniacal laughter exploded from her lips, panic gripping my head. Cold sweat dripped off of my brow, her arms dangling limply.

"I saved you didn't I?" She pointed out irritably, starting to lose her temper. "You would still be under that fucking curse if it wasn't for me. I even made your face less hideous, you bratty little dick. I just want a little peace. Apparently, you lost your brain cells when your mother dropped you a few too many times." Red colored his face, a scream of rage exploding from his lips. Cold sweat dripped off of his muscular body, the back of his hand heading towards her face. Catching his hand mid swing, crushing his fist in hers. Crying out in pain, his clan gathered behind him.

"Okay! I'll fucking listen. Release my fist now!" He roared viciously, gritting his teeth. "This doesn't mean that we will go anywhere, sweetheart." Cocking her head, my touch on her shoulder told to hold back. Surprised at the progress, she did what my family never could. Opening the door, he motioned for us to come in. Millions of eyes watched as we walked past them, his wolf ready to tear her apart. Dragging us into his large log cabin, the white walls threw me off. Where were the logs? If you ask me, it was a disappointing waste of a log cabin. His parents probably designed the place, the taste rather apparent all over the walls. Knowing his personality, surely he didn't like the myriad pictures of all of the ducks.

"Thanks for listening." She chirped cheerfully, her temper calming down. "You really are something. What I am offering is simple advice, and a bit of hope for us all. Apparently there's a machine that will wake up the original werewolf. That would be disastrous for us all. I am sure you are aware of the legend about him. He is bigger than all of the alphas combined, and was put to sleep to prevent any problems from happening." Pulling out a couple of chairs for us, I plopped her down. Resting her head on the table, he drummed his fingers on the long white oak dining table. Curiosity glinted in his eyes, his muscles relaxing. Sighing deeply, Declanos placed a cup of hot coffee in front of him. The chair creaked as he sat down next to him, a crooked grin brightening his tired face. Spitting out my drink, did he just smile? How did she crack the ice king?

"Would you enlighten me with the legend, white wolf?" He said quietly, giving in to his brother's urge for him to be more social. "You seem to be wise on the topic, probably since you are his direct descendant." Chuckling to herself, she graciously accepted a cup of steaming hot green tea. Taking a piece of blank paper from the counter, she used the pencil sitting in the center of the table. Drawing the three symbols of each three, a paw sat inside of a set of fangs. A wand cut the symbol in half, the symbol was buried in our history books.

"It was the beginning of time, and a higher force placed a vampire, werewolf and witch on the Earth. The original three are immortals, doomed to roam the dirt forever. No humans existed yet, the white wolf owning the north while the vampire took the south. The witch lived in the middle that was until humans came to be. The three immortal creatures mated with humans, a mortal race beginning with all three. Eventually enough of us were all created, the mortal races refusing to get along. A war broke out, millions of lives being lost over the centuries. The immortal beings got together and decided to go to sleep for the rest of their lives. The legend goes that if one of them is woken up without the other, the world as we know it could die if they get into the wrong hands. Do you understand now? If the hunters wake up one, they would have total control over the one they woke up. We would be screwed." All of us watched in wonder, the symbols drifting apart.

"If that is the case, then why do they want you?" I asked in disbelief, my eyes falling on her bloody nose. "Is your blood special or something?" Glancing over at me, a lump formed in her throat. Cupping the yellow teacup like her life depended on it, she looked out the window.

"I guess so. It might have something to do with the fact that my ancestor is the immortal witch and wolf. My blood isn't what they need, it is my life force. They need my soul to wake them up, and you can't take that from a living person. What can I do about it?" Horror widened our eyes, her nonchalant attitude freaking us out. Sketching a rose onto the corner of the scrap piece of paper, Declanos took control of the conversation. A distant look dawned in her eyes, a million thoughts running through her head. Of course she was the key to raising total annihilation, a dark cloud hanging over her head. Gripping the hem of her dress, the chair scraped as she stood to her feet.

"Are you okay?" Gregory questioned, shocking all of us. "You look like you just saw a ghost." A nervous smile curled on her lips, her hands waving around. Bowing her head in shame, her trembling finger tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. Her lips parted to speak, no words coming to the tip of her tongue.

"I am fine." She lied poorly, dropping the cup of green tea. "Don't worry about me. I probably should pick this up and get going. I am tired after saving you guys after all. Throw together a treaty and stop by our clan anytime you wish." Watching her run to the door, smiling apologetically in their direction.

"We look forward to working with you." I blurted out oddly, a thud alerting all of us. She collapsed to her knees, her hand clutching her chest. Coughing up blood, all of us rushed to her side. Shivers shook her body, her fingers clawing at the ground. Teardrops crashed to the worn wooden floor, my arms scooping her up. Questions burned in their eyes as we walked back out to the car. Holding her in the back, a fever burned her cheeks. Feeling her forehead, something was wrong. The heat of her skin singed me, a yelp pouring from my lips. What the hell was wrong with her? Her body shivered in my arms, the heat becoming unbearable.

"It is just a magic fever." She whispered tiredly, falling asleep in my arms. The brakes screamed as they stopped in front of my town, my mother ripping open the door. Carrying her in, my mother was nipping at my heels. Laying her down on the couch, my mother shot daggers in my direction. Cold sweat dripped off of my brow, a steady stream of curse words exploding from her tiny body. A dark cloud thundered over her head, red coloring her face.

"How come she is always injured when she comes back!" She demanded hotly, Celly sitting up. "Are you okay, darling?" Nodding numbly, her fingers wrapped around my phone. Dialing up a number, she whispered into the phone so we couldn't hear what she was saying. Hanging up, she tossed the orange plaid blanket over her head.

"She said something about a magic fever?" I asked my mother calmly, rubbing my forehead. "Do you know what that is?" Shaking her head, a knock on the door alerted us. Running to the door, we both took a deep breath before opening the door. Avalanche held a basket of herbs, his frame towering over me. Brushing past us, his boots pounded into the kitchen. Tossing my black apron over his muscular chest, tying his hair into a bun. Chopping up the herbs and plants, he ignored us as he threw the kettle on the stove. Quiet rage bubbled in his veins, his wolf ready to tear the world apart.

"I am making the tea she needs to cull her fever, so just stay out of my way." He snapped bitterly, wiping his hands on his black t-shirt. "This will take a spell or two. If you wish to stay, be quiet. It happens to us every now and then, our magic kind of overloads. Was she in emotional distress?" Not wanting to answer, his golden eyes watched me attempt to ignore his question. Giving me a familiar impatient look, it felt like Celly was yelling at me. Chills ran up my spine, my mother shivering next to me. Clearly she felt her rage, the two of us turning to run for our lives.

"Probably." I stammered nervously, refusing to meet his intense gaze. "We were attacked." Growls rumbled in his throat, his face inches from mine. Slamming his hand on the table, the crack of his fist crashing into my jaw stunned me. Rubbing my jaw, I deserved that. Mom went into mama bear mode, my hand touching hers calming her down.

"You need to hide her until you fix the problem with the first werewolf. People will hunt her down. She is the only one who can wake them up. Imagine what people would do with that power." He screamed furiously in my face, my body shrinking back. "You need to keep her emotions in check or this will keep happening. Do you know what happened to her insides? They all folded in on themselves, the magic from her rage potentially would have killed her if people didn't help her. Keep her happy, and try to make sure she remains calm in general. Get out of my sight!" Skulking out of the kitchen, his words breaking my heart. A cry erupted from the living room, her body curling into a ball. Clutching her sides, my attempts to pick her up were blocked by her sizzling skin. Silent tears of agony streamed down her cheek, her golden eyes glowing brighter. Golden lightning bounced off of her skin, Avalanche rushing in with a cup of steaming tea. The rancid smell sickened my mother and me, her quaking hands grabbing the cup. Helping her sit up, only he was able to touch her without burning every inch of his skin off. Gulping down the disgusting swamp water of a drink, the lightning died down. The glow in her eyes dimmed, a weak smile dimming his face as she crumbled into his arms. Placing her back on the couch gingerly, he turned towards me.

"I am sorry for punching you earlier, I was rather frustrated that she would get to that point." Avalanche apologized numbly, his whole body quaking in fear. "She will wake up in forty-eight hours or so. I will stay here to make sure she is okay. Another thing, her skin won't cool down until she wakes up. You can watch, but you can't touch." My inner wolf growled with irritation, my heart shattering at the sight of her chest rising up and down erratically.

"We're cool." I uttered simply, plopping down in front of her. "Please make yourself at home. It's not like you already did." Cocking his head, he sat down in front of me. Crossing his hands, the very presence of him was setting me on edge. Clearing his throat, he stared up at the white ceiling.

"Did I ever tell you about the week she spent rescuing me the entire time?" He expressed calmly, checking her pulse. "I would visit her once a year, but this year her family was on the warpath for some reason. I kept breaking things, but she took the blame. Unfortunately, I was forced to watch the way they treated her. My father made me say nothing, so I would sneak into her room when they locked her away. Instead of me asking if she was okay, she would just play with me the whole time. No matter what they put her through, she would just smile her pain away. I always thought that it was weird, but it is her way of coping with things. You just have to catch her when her bottle bubbles over. Would it be fair to ask her to change her coping ways?" Shaking my head, he was right. I may have not known her as long as him, but she did help me after I called her stupid.

"I suppose you are right." I admitted honestly, watching her smile in her slumber. "I just wish she would open up to me more. It really sucks that she still hides just about everything from me. Tell me more about her as a child. Was she always so beautiful?" Scarlet rose to his cheeks, a crooked grin danced across his lips. Cocking his brow, the two of us burst into laughter. Clicking on the television, my mother came in with a plate of ham and cheese sandwiches. Sitting down on the other side of me, we just waited for my Celly to wake up.