Chapter 69 She is my pet
Milo pov
“No, nooo” I backed away, but the little boy's body convulsed violently, instinct took over. I dropped to my knees and cradled him against me, panic surged through my veins, as I gasped at how hot his body was on my skin. His tiny chest heaved, struggling for air.
“Milo, no!” Lior’s voice was frantic now, he was almost at the surface. “That’s not a normal infection! He is in a severe stage. Leave him immediately. He's dying, you will die with him!”
The boy’s fingers clawed weakly at my shirt, his weak eyes barely flickering as he struggled to open his eyes. Like he was trying to tell me something. My throat tightened. I felt bad for the boy, the amount of pain he must have been undergoing right now. To the extent his body was at the verge of crumbling.
My mind was in a mess, going into a state of shock, as I cried for the boy that was slipping away in my arms. The feeling of helplessness ran through my body. I could feel the bitter taste of bile rise up in my throat.
“They are coming closer” lior suddenly announced, clawing at me to leave, but the thought of abandoning the dying boy made my skin burn with disgust.
“Wake up” I shook the boy, who refused to move, his chest barely going up and down at the moment.
“I could feel him” their voices reached me. I jerked at the voice of chasers in the background.
My mind blanked, I didn't know what else to do or say at the moment. I could hear their footsteps getting louder and louder by the second. Fear creeped me like the ripper, ridding me of my thoughts and control.
“Lior think, pls anything we could do…” I begged helplessly, ears already filling my vision, as my heart felt like it was being torn into two.
I didn’t know why I was crying profusely, maybe it was the pressure of it all, at the helplessness of watching him die, but there was nothing else I could do, except to listen to lior.
I scrambled up frantically by now, they were almost close. But in my frantic movement, I nicked my arms against a bark.
A hissed escaped my mouth. I watched in horror at the wound that was already stitching up my hands healed the wound, but before it could close a blood dripped down smearing the pale boy's lips.
I froze, eyes widening.
Lior growled in horror. “Stop! Stop! You don’t know what…”
But I was not listening anymore. A flicker of hope stirred in my chest.
the memory of my master giving his blood flashed in my mind. The searing pain and bond taking place as his blood slipped inside my throat.
“Maybe this might work,” I murmured hopefully, hissing as I picked up a sharp gravel. Gritting my teeths, I stabbed through my flesh, immediately placing it on the pale boy's mouth, before my skin heal.
Would mine work the same?
“Please,” I whispered, pressing my wrist harder into his mouth. “please don’t die.”
He drank.
One drop, two…
And then I felt something shift in the air.
The boy’s weak body jerked violently in my arms, and for a moment I thought I had killed him instead. My breath caught in my chest, heart hammering like a war drum in my chest as his skin became bright red, heating up like a furnace.
I gasped in shock, almost dropping the poor boy, but I stopped mid way.
The change was instant. His breathing steadied, his pale yellow face that looked like a zombie glowed with life. His eyes fluttered open.
My jaws dropped. “It worked. My blood…it healed him!”
I stared at the boy, shaken to the core at what I was seeing. “This isn’t right… this shouldn’t be possible.” Lior’s voice trembled in my head, more panicked than I had ever heard him, “Milo, you fool… do you know what you have just done? This will probably not end well.”
“What?…” But I didn't have the chance to respond.
Crack!
My head snapped at the sound of footsteps stepping on dried leaves, followed by low growls that rippled through the whole forest. My guts twisted, as almost half a dozen shadows emerged from the darkness. Their yellow eyes glowing in the dark.
They were the ones I had sensed earlier. And when I thought I had escaped their pursuit, they showed up like a black shadow.
One of them stepped forward. A very tall man with scars all over his body. His lips peeled back in a hard sneer.
“step away from him, little whore.” he snarled, his voice thick with rage.
I tightened my grip on the boy instinctively, whose body temperature continued to flicker wildly.
“He is dying,” I said in a hoarse voice. “I saved him. Whoever you are to him. you should be grateful that i saved his life.”
The whole area descended in silence, before laughter rippled through the crowd, like they just heard a terrible joke.
“Saved him?” another wolf spat. “You are the cause of our predicament. You have tainted him with your filthy blood. Do you even know what you have done?” the leader snapped, his face becoming uglier, as they stepped closer, saliva drilling from their mouths.
“We can’t fight them, Milo,” lior said frantically, “unless…”
“Noooo” I didn’t know when I yelled it aloud.
My hand still held the boy, not wanting to let go, even as every nerve in my body screamed at me to run away, but I knew that I was finished. And they know it too, judging from their faces that were twisted in an evil smile.
They came even closer.
“We will make sure you die a horrible death…whore.” he snarled getting ready to pounce, but before he could react, a loud bone chilling growl shook the surroundings
The air suddenly became heavier, and charged. The growl of the enemy wolves froze immediately turning into a chorus of whimpers and whining, as they backed away with their nozzles placed in the ground. Everybody turned to the new intruder. Even the scarred leader who was moments away from pouncing on me, stiffened, his eyes darting behind me in horror.
The hairs on my skin stood, as I felt an undeniable pull in my heart towards the mystery behind me.
My wolf lior lurched forward.
He stepped out of the shadow, with slow deliberate steps that radiated power and authority. His presence alone made the air around him sizzle like hot boiling water. His black coat glowed under the pale moonlight, highlighting the dangerous set of tattoos that ran from his neck down to his torso, curling around his stomach.
My head blanked, unable to process the torrents of emotion that flooded my body. I stared dumbfounded, unable to look away at the blazing dangerous, golden light I knew all too well.
“Master!!”
The name escaped my lips before I could stop it, but he hardly paid me attention, his attention was fully focused on the whimpering wolves behind.
“The little whore…” his gaze flickered to me, “is my pet!”