Nico anxiously looked out the door. A small presence hovered behind him. "Who do you think is attacking us?"
Avery worriedly looked his way. "she said it was the hunters….."
Nico glanced back in shock. "Who? wait, was it a voice?! You heard it too?!"
"no, I had a vision of your mother. She was the one who told me to run. She told me danger was conning our way and if we don't leave here soon then….. lives would be at stake…." Avery bit his fingernails anxiously.
The pack house was definitely surrounded in all directions. the thunderous sound of footsteps was definitely coming from all around them.
"is there anything else she mentioned….. did she mention the weakness of these hunters," he mumbled, glancing out the door? The rustling of the trees was getting too much. The enemies were coming their way. They were so close.
"h-help…." A small voice called out loud right then.
Stunned Nicolai glanced up. Darius was waving at them from the tree house. His whole body was covered in blood. "he is dying… he is dying…" he cried.
"God…" without even thinking about it, Nico dashed out but Dylan garbed him by his arm and pulled him back.
"Stay in. I'll bring them both here,"
"no, I can get to them easily you…"
"Nico! Listen to me now! Go back in!" he pushed him in and rushed to the tree house.
Nico watched him with a slight frown. He understood that Dylan was panicking but dealing with everything on his own is not good. He was only trying to help.
Avery helped him up. "we should listen to him elder. Hunters are not to be trifled with."
"Hunters?" Nico glanced at the forest. "are they that fearful?"
"I have only heard rumors. they only attack witches… and but I have heard that they can easily take out a coven of vampires if they exited in this lifetime. As if now we are the prey and they are the hunters. we have to be super careful enough to survive this catastrophe,"
Right then the door opened and Dylan rushed into with Killian in his arms. Darius was right behind him. "stop his bleeding. I'll be just outside okay.. and.. sorry. I love you." He whispered and ran out closing and locking the door after him.
"oh Darius," Avery hugged the sobbing vampire tightly. "its okay. We will take care of him. Okay don't cry,"
Nico hurriedly helped Killian to the ground. His worried eyes fell on the said werewolf. The man was still in his wolf form. His black fur was matted with blood and his breathing was slow. The poor guy had lost his right arm and his left leg was missing as well. His wounds were not healing and He was losing too much blood. Overall, he was in very bad shape. even If he survived this day he would still end up as an invalid.
"Darn they really did a number on him, Avery, clear the dining table. We'll stop the bleeding first."
Darius let out a small sob. "Nico…."
"shh kid. It will all be okay. We will save him."
"his legs… his legs….." he cried.
"we… we will fix it. Or prosthetics works to. Our technology is very advanced right. We can make him a robotic arms and leg." He said while he was holding the blood that was seeping out of his shoulders. "Avery, grab me a blanket. No, the tear hat front curtain down. We need it to stop his blood. Darius dear, be a good boy and get me some water, will you? Just fill up from the sink and get it for me,"
Darius puled himself together and rushed to the sink. He came running back with a huge pot of water.
Avery as well had torn down all the curtains in the hallway to use it as a bandage. "we need to sew him shut…"
Nico glanced at the wounds. The arteries were bleeding profusely. Yes, they needed to sew him shut, but he had never sewn a bloody and slippery artery before. so was not sure if he can even do this.
"Avery… is there any spell in your witch craft to heal him…"
Avery looked flabbergasted. "hmm.. I don't know… I have never witnessed any of such ceremonies in my vision. I… I don't know…. Maybe if I know the spell…."
Nico sighed. They were running out of options. "Darius , go and get the sewing kit the old lady had laying around in the common area."
There was an old wolf who really enjoyed sewing little flowers. She had even made him a small sock with flowers on them. Her sewing kit will come in handy now.
Avery stood by him anxiously. "Why don't I know such a useful spell? God my visions are almost useless. I can't discern most of the rituals. if I see a useful spell-like healing, spell I could have stopped his bleeding right away…" he mumbled as he pranced around.
Nico froze. "the book… the book! Avery! Go to raven's room and get me a leather-bound book! It has spells!! You can do it right! Go on!"
"Spell book? A grimoire! You…./
"Enough chit-chatting time is crucial here. Go and run!" Nico urged him.
The young half-vampire rushed out of the hallway up into the stairwell. By the time he disappeared Darius came back with the sewing kit and was standing there awkwardly. "c-can we really save h-him…. Can we…."
"Yes, we can. We will do everything in our power to save this man. Your beloved…. He will be safe. I promise you,"
Darius let out a small sob and nodded wiping at his tear-stained cheeks.
"got it!!! Avery rushed back down, slipping on the linoleum tiles. "oomph… almost died that moment." he giggled and rushed to him.
"come on then, find a healing spell."
Avery hurriedly flipped through it and came across a small spell. It had a small drawing describing on woman with her hand wide open. There was a subtle glow around her body. "the healing light! Here it is! Oh thank god…" he whispered.
"come on then chant the spell."
"patience Nico. Let me read the instructions frost. No spell should be cast just like that. We need to follow a few sets of rules. Every action left behind has a reaction.,…""
Nico rolled his eyes. "we don't have time. His pulse is weakening!"
"got it! {'esta luz sanadora, repara lo desgarrado'}" he shouted. A small halo came around his body. But suddenly it disappeared into nothing.
"huh?" Avery looked genuinely confused. "I did the spell right then why..."
Nico did not have time to waste on the spell. He hurriedly took the needle and started to sew on his arms. His legs were in a good condition. A clean cut. But his should baldes was the one which was bleeding too much. If he does not stop the bleeding now, he will definitely die.
Killian staying alive for so long is because he had a superior werewolf body. If it was any other human in the same position, they would have easily bled to death.
With the sticky blood on his hands, he tried to sew. It was so hard to get a handle of things.. the needle was slipping out and the string just kept snapping.
Nico was more than frustrated, "Avery try the spell again,"
"yeah…" he tried yet again. He was left with a failure. "I don't know what I'm doing wrong. This spell was supposed to work…."
Nico who had listened to the incantations, softly whispered the words as he sewed up the arteries. A sudden white light arose from his body. He too was simply shocked. "wh-what is this huh…."
The white glow fell on Killian and right before his eyes, he watched as his torn flesh mend itself on its own. Even more surprising was that his missing hand… it was growing.
It was growing!!!
He watched as every single bone form and a layer of muscles and nerves wrapped around them. Layer by layer, his skin started to form.
By the time the blinding white light from his body disappeared Killian's limbs had regrown back to its original state. His bloody wounds were all gone. Even the blood stains were gone. It looked like he was bathed.
"oh my god… Killian!" Darius rushed to the dining table and hugged the man. "Thank you… Nico thank you so much…." He cried hugging him tightly onto his lap.
Nico just confusedly shood his head. "just what happened right now."
"you cast a spell…" Avery whispered with a dumbfounded look. "you are a powerful witch Nico. Just as I had predicted."
Nico shook his head ready to deny all the accusations but… something stopped him. He had met his mother. communicated with her. She was defiantly not a normal human. She was a witch… she said that he was a 'voyager'. A time traveler. It was highly likely that his father was the one who had lied to him about his identity all along his life
"but why… why did he lie? He could have told me the truth. I could have trained my witchy abilities…. Why did he hide it…"
Avery patted his back. "he must have had a very good reason for it,"
Just as they were talking, a small swooshing sound was heard.
Instinctively Nico pulled Avery and ducked down. A huge flaming arrow shot right above them, hitting the walls behind.
In shock, he glanced at it. If he was even a second late at ducking down his head would have been pieced and he would have been cold on the ground. 'god who are these people….'
'will Dylan be alright fighting against them on his own.'
His worried gaze fell on the shattered window.
Dylan was still standing there with his back straight and his fists clenched.
Fifty or so men in black armor stood there in an orderly fashion. The guy who he presumed to be the leader was standing in lead. His black hair was slick back from his face revealing his white forehead. his black eyes resentfully looked at Dylan as well.
There was a huge ass burn scar on his face that was shaped like a sun.
'who are these people…. Why are they…'
"give us the witch Dylan. We don't want to kill you all indiscriminately."