The Blood Binding
1811 Words
Elena
***** Later that day *****
The world was muffled when I woke.
I didn’t open my eyes immediately. Everything, my body, my breathing, even my thoughts felt heavy, like someone had wrapped me in thick layers of fog. I could hear wind rustling leaves somewhere above me, and something warm pressed around my arms and waist. It took me a few seconds to understand that I wasn’t lying on cold dirt anymore.
I was lying on someone’s cloak.
My fingers brushed soft material. Black. Thick. Warmer than anything the forest could provide.
Then memory slammed back into me…..
the tunnel,
the warriors,
the arrows,
the stranger’s claws tearing through the air,
and his silver eyes glowing in the dark as he caught me before I collapsed.
My heart jolted and my eyes snapped open.
I was in the forest, but not the part I escaped through. It looked… untouched. Quiet. Too quiet. A small fire crackled only a few feet away as if someone had built it to keep me warm. And sitting beside it….
He was there.
The stranger.
He sat with his back against a tree trunk, long legs stretched out, one knee bent. His clothes were simple, dark, slightly torn from the fight, and his hands rested on his thighs as if he were completely at ease. But his eyes…. those silver, eerie glowing eyes, were the only light in the shadows.
He wasn’t staring at me, but he knew the exact second I woke up. He didn’t move, didn’t shift, didn’t blink fast or stiffen. Just lifted his head slightly, like he’d been waiting for me.
“You’re awake,” he said quietly.
His voice wasn’t threatening. It was calm. Deep. Strange. Too calm for someone who had just ripped a warrior apart like paper.
I pushed myself upright quickly, too quickly. A sharp stab cut through my stomach and I gasped, clutching my side.
“Careful,” he said, finally turning toward me fully. “You’re not stable.”
I forced myself to breathe, but panic thrashed inside me anyway.
“Who are you?” I demanded. “Why did you help me? What do you want?”
He watched me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. He wasn’t uncomfortable with my fear. If anything, he looked like someone who understood it.
Finally, he said, “My name is Lucian.”
Lucian.
The name rolled through my mind like a distant warning and a comfort all at once. I had never heard it before, yet something inside me responded to it, my wolf, broken as she was, stirred faintly. Barely, but it was there.
“I don’t know you,” I said slowly.
“No,” he agreed. “But I know you.”
A chill slid up my spine.
He reached into the inner layer of his cloak and pulled out something .…. a small flask, metal and old, carved with markings I didn’t recognize. He didn’t open it yet. He held it like it was something dangerous.
“You were calling for help,” Lucian said. “Your heart… your wolf… even the children inside you.”
My breath stopped.
“How do you know I’m pregnant?” My hand flew over my stomach protectively.
He didn’t even blink. “I could hear their heartbeats before I ever saw your face.”
My pulse hammered. No wolf, no healer, no Alpha could hear unborn heartbeats at this distance.
“You’re not normal,” I whispered.
“No.”
The honesty was so blunt that I froze.
He shifted closer, not enough to touch me, but enough that the firelight made his eyes glow brighter. “You and your children are in danger. Not just from the warriors who followed you. The moment your wolf shattered, something inside you changed. Your babies reacted. Their power flared.”
I swallowed hard. “Power? What power?”
He looked down at my stomach with the faintest trace of worry. “Power that shouldn’t be awakened yet. Power that will kill them before birth if something isn’t done.”
My blood turned ice-cold.
“N-no… no, they can’t….they can’t be hurt…..” My voice broke.
“They will,” Lucian said softly. “Unless I bind them.”
“Bind them? What does that mean?”
He finally opened the flask. A strange, warm scent filled the air, not blood, not herbs, something ancient. Something wrong.
He set the flask down between us.
“I can stabilize their heartbeat,” he said. “I can lock their power until they’re strong enough to survive it. But the ritual requires blood, mine and yours.”
My stomach tightened painfully. “Is it dangerous?”
“Yes.”
“For who?”
“For me.”
That answer stunned me into silence.
He spoke again, slower this time, as if choosing each word carefully.
“This ritual is f*******n for a reason. It takes more energy than my body should release. It might stop my heart. It might burn through my veins. It might kill me.”
My throat tightened. “Then why would you do it?”
His eyes softened.
“Because they called for help,” he said quietly, “and you are carrying life, not death. Wolves who carry power like this are rare. Every instinct inside me moved when I felt you losing strength. I didn’t choose this. But I will not let them die.”
My hands shook.
He didn’t ask for anything in return. He didn’t hesitate. He wasn’t bargaining, wasn’t threatening, wasn’t manipulating.
He was… willing.
“To risk your life for strangers?” I whispered.
“For innocent lives,” he corrected. “And for a mother trying to protect them.”
My eyes burned suddenly. I looked away. I didn’t cry……not anymore. Not after everything Chase put me through. But this stranger’s words cut deeper than kindness should.
Lucian shifted and reached out slowly, his hand hovering near mine but not touching.
“If you want me to stop,” he said, “say it now.”
I swallowed.
“What happens to me?”
“You’ll feel pain,” he admitted. “It will hurt. Your body will fight it. But you will survive. Your children… if we don’t do this, they won’t.”
Everything inside me twisted. My heart raced so hard I felt dizzy again.
“Can I hold on to them?” I whispered. “While you do it?”
His expression changed, not much, but something in his eyes warmed.
“Yes.”
I nodded once. A sharp, terrified, steady nod.
“Do it,” I said. “Save them.”
Lucian breathed out slowly, like he expected this answer but still felt the weight of it. Then he moved closer and sat fully in front of me, knees nearly brushing mine.
“Give me your hands,” he murmured.
I placed my shaking hands in his. His palms were warmer than any fire. It felt like touching sunlight wrapped in skin.
He took a small blade from his belt, thin, silver, engraved with symbols.
“This will hurt,” he warned.
I nodded.
He sliced my palm. The pain was sharp but quick.
Then he sliced his own.
His blood wasn’t normal.
It glowed….faintly, like liquid moonlight.
Before I could react, he pressed his bleeding palm to mine.
A jolt shot through me like lightning.
I gasped and doubled over, choking on the sudden burn shooting up my arm. It wasn’t normal pain, it was fire, cold and hot at the same time, crawling into my bloodstream.
Lucian tightened his grip.
“Breathe, Elena,” he said firmly.
I tried. I really tried. But the pain climbed my arm, reached my shoulder, then slammed into my chest so hard I nearly screamed.
Lucian didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t let go.
The forest seemed to vanish. The fire dimmed. The wind stopped.
Only the burning remained.
My babies kicked inside me, hard. Their heartbeats thundered in my head like drums. Too fast. Too strong. Too chaotic.
Lucian’s eyes snapped open wider, glowing brighter than before.
“They’re fighting,” he said through clenched teeth. “Hold on. Hold on…..”
The ground under us trembled.
The fire flared violently, flames doubling in size.
Lucian leaned forward, forehead nearly touching mine.
“I’m here,” he said, his voice strained for the first time. “Stay with me. I’m holding them….don’t pull back, if you pull away, they’ll……..”
Another wave of pain crashed through me and I screamed into his shoulder. My vision blurred. My ears rang. I tasted blood.
But I didn’t let go.
His grip tightened painfully, his whole body trembling now. I realized then that the ritual was hurting him worse than it hurt me. His veins glowed under his skin, bright white lines spreading up his arm and neck. His pulse stuttered. His breath hitched.
“Lucian….stop….” I tried to pull back.
He crushed my hand in his, forcing our palms together harder.
“No. Don’t stop. Don’t break the bond. They need this.”
His voice cracked.
My heart broke.
My vision darkened at the edges. The pain reached my abdomen and twisted there, like something inside me was being pulled, rearranged, locked into place. My body jerked uncontrollably, but Lucian held me upright, his forehead pressing to mine, steadying me through the worst of it.
“Almost….” he rasped. “Just a bit…..longer…..”
I couldn’t breathe. Everything shook. The forest tilted.
Then….
A burst of light exploded from between our hands.
White. Blinding. Silent.
And suddenly…..
The pain stopped.
All of it.
Everything went still.
I sucked in a sharp breath, trembling violently. My stomach felt calm, too calm. My entire body sagged forward in shock.
Lucian slumped backward at the same time, collapsing onto his palms. His chest heaved. His skin was pale.
He looked… drained.
Completely drained.
“Lucian?” I whispered, reaching for him.
He didn’t respond at first. His eyes were unfocused. His breathing shaky.
Finally, he lifted his head.
“They’re safe,” he whispered. “Your twins… they’re safe now.”
My eyes filled instantly, tears spilling without permission. I covered my stomach with both hands, feeling the faint, steady rhythm of two tiny heartbeats, soft, calm, alive.
“Thank you,” I breathed.
Lucian tried to nod, but halfway through, his body gave out and he collapsed forward, unconscious, falling against the forest floor with a quiet thud.
I gasped and crawled to him, fear shooting through me.
His pulse was faint.
Too faint.
I shook his shoulder.
“Lucian….Lucian…..please….”
His chest barely moved.
I pressed my forehead to his, panic rising in my throat.
He had saved my children.
But the ritual….
might have killed him.
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