Chapter Five

Nickolai

"Nickolai"!

"Nickolai, stop".

What the hell, why is Wynter calling for help and why do I smell burning flesh?

"Ahhh"

There's that damn screaming again, it sounds like someone being slaughtered.

"Wake up Nickolai, you have to wake up".

"Wynter, is that you"?

"Yes, it's me and I don't have much time you need to open yes right now"

My eyes open to a sight that shall forever be etched into my mind. My love's body, trapped against mine, my arms pinning her to me as my flames engulf her. With a horrifying realization, my arms fell away and she drops to the ground or she would have if there wasn't a pool of water that came to my waist. The scream that ripped from her throat was like nothing I'd ever heard before, it pierced my heart and shook my very soul to its very core. The hellfire had vanished by then leaving me bare. I drop to my knees and the water comes up to my chest. She was still screaming, I picked her up and leap from the cold water, sighing with relief when my feet touch solid ground. At least I didn't melt the entire mountain.

How? How, could I've done this and to my love? "Am so sorry love, I'll make it better, am so sorry".

Her front door was only a stride away which meant all I had to do was left a leg and kicked in the door. Directly in front of me were stairs cast leading up, I figure that was my best bet to her bedroom since on my right was the living room, and on my left was a single door leading to another part of the house. I took the stairs two at a time. There was nothing but a set of double-door at the top of the stairs, no hall or passage I went from the stairs to her room revealed by the wide-open doors. I laid her on the bed, pulling the covers that were folded at the foot of the bed over her and it was then I realized the screaming in my ear was not coming from her. Not only wasn't she not screaming but she was breathing.

"Dear God, no". This can't be happening, she's a werewolf, why wasn't she healing? I wasn't going to let this happen, she wasn't going to die, not like this not after everything, and defiantly not by my doing.

"Forgive me for this love, but it's the only way I know how to help you right now".

Putting one arm behind her head I lifted her into a sitting position before sliding slightly behind her so her body was resting against my side. This way I could hold her up and hold her head in place. Bringing my order arm to my mouth I bit into my wrist opening the vein before holding it to her mouth which I had to pry open a little further so the blood would flow freely down her throat. Once I was sure she'd had enough I pulled my wrist back from her mouth and brought it to mine licking the wound to heal it.

Laying her head back down on the bed I focus my hearing on her heartbeat and her breathing. I knew she wasn't dead even if she was technically breathing, it wasn't that easy to kill a werewolf, and given enough time she probably would have healed on her own but I wasn't going to risk her life on probabilities. With my blood in her system, she would heal a lot faster.

Slowly her heartbeat got stronger and stronger and within ten minutes her breathing was just as strong and even. Another hour passed with me pacing the confines of her room watching as the burn and welts faded and her skin was only sullied by dirt and smut. Her hair had grown back and soon she would wake up and I didn't want it to be to a naked stranger in her bedroom, because essentially that's what we were strangers. I ran back to the wolf's den outside the barrier where we'd first come face to face and got the bag that I'd brought with me but dropped when I'd met her. She was still unconscious when I returned which gave me time to use her shower. Once I was showered, I dressed in a pair of black jeans after pulling on some boxers and a grey t-shirt before pulling up a chair to the side of the bed to wait for her to wake up. When she does I'm going to be in a world of trouble, of that I was sure.

She never woke up. One hour turned into two, two into four, and four into six, then it was night. She was breathing and her heart was beating strong so I chucked it up to her need to build up her strength. I didn't want her to spend the night covered in filth so I went back to the bathroom and filled the tub with warm water before taking her from the bed into the bathroom.

I laid her in the tub using towels to prop up her head. Once I made sure she was not in danger of slipping under water and drowning I went about changing the sheets and making the bed. I was already in trouble nothing was going to make it any less so so I grabbed a t-shirt and fresh underwear from her closet and set about bathing her and putting her back to bed. Nigh, turned into day and day into night and day again and she still had woken up. Two weeks had passed and she still hadn't woken up but her heart was steady and her breathing was even. However, no matter how much I begged and pleaded with her she wouldn't open her eyes.

"Hey love it's me again, look I know you're mad right now but don't you think it would be better to wake up and yell at him". No answer, sighing I left her from the bed for her daily bath. It was the least I could do. Another day passed and she still showed no sign of waking up.

"Hey love now would be a really good time to wake up I have to bathe you again. I know you can't be happy with that".

Payton

"Wynter what the hell happened".

"I don't know, I was taking your pain then I was being overwhelmed by the feeling of being in our mate's arms and kissing him".

"What? "You're telling me we almost got burnt alive because kissing someone was overpowering' Are you kidding me"?.

"He's our mate, Payton".

"The hell he is and why the hell are we not waking up".

"I'm not sure but it might have something to do with the blood he gave us".

"Why the hell did he give us blood and whose blood at that".

"He gave us his blood, as we are his mate the blood helped to heal us a lot faster".

"So what's the problem"?

"It seems his blood is bonding with ours and until it is done we won't wake up". (two weeks later)

"Oh for the love of God, what's taking so long wynter".

"I don't know".

"Whatever this needs to hurry up, I want to wake up and kick Nickolai's ass".

"What?, why? He's been taking care of us".

"A freaky vampire that I know absolutely nothing about has been bathing me for weeks now, I'm not okay with that at all".

"He's our mate he would nerve do anything to disrespect us".

" Seriously".

"I think it's nice".

"Well, I don't".