The Blackfang Alphas and Slaves

Chapter 17

KAI

Ivara was already on the ground, her knees digging into the dirt as she reached the man’s broken body, and she was screaming a name I didn’t know while tears streamed down her face. She pressed her hands hard against his chest, trying to find a pulse, and she started using every trick she knew to stop the bleeding, but I just stood there watching because I knew better.

I knew exactly how hard I had hit him, and I could hear the wet, rattling sound of his lungs collapsing, so I was certain his organs were failing and there was no coming back from that. He was gone, but she wouldn't accept it, and she just kept crying on his chest until her hands and her clothes were completely soaked in his blood.

I wanted to say something, maybe tell her that he was just a slave and it was a mistake, but then the air in the clearing started to hum and a scene that felt familiar yet totally wrong happened right in front of me. A mysterious green halo ring came to life beneath Ivara, glowing against the dark forest floor and filled with strange cryptic markings that made a shudder run straight through my spine. I stared at those symbols, and for some reason, the sight of them made my wolf howl in excitement deep in my chest.

My eyes widened in shock as I looked at the man's stomach, specifically at the smallest wound my claws had made, and I realized it was already healing rapidly.

The skin was literally knitting itself back together while I watched, and the sight was so impossible that I let out a loud yell of surprise. The sound made Ivara jolt in shock, and she spun around with her eyes wide, probably thinking it was another ambush coming for us.

"Kai, shut up!" she hissed, her face pale.

"No, look at him!" I shouted, pointing at the body.

"Ivara, look at his stomach!"

She looked at me like I was losing my mind, and she shook her head while more tears fell. "He’s dead, Kai! You killed him, so stop making fun of me! Are you really that cruel?"

"I'm not making fun of you!" I stepped forward, grabbing her shoulder and forcing her to look down.

"I'm not hallucinating because I feel guilty, I'm telling you his wounds are disappearing!"

She finally looked down at the man, and I watched her entire body go stiff when she saw the skin closing up. She didn't say a word, but her hands started to tremble as she hovered them over the glowing green ring. Right then, the man actually opened his eyes, just a tiny c***k, and he groaned like he was waking up from a nightmare. But my sudden movement or our shouting must have messed things up, because the cryptic circle suddenly flickered and broke, and the green light vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

The man’s eyes slowly closed back, his head lalling to the side, and Ivara let out a strangled cry as she tried to make him stay awake.

She started franticly rubbing his chest again, her voice cracking as she begged him to open his eyes one more time, but the clearing was dark again and the magic was gone.

I just stood there with my heart hammering against my ribs, staring at the spot where that circle had been, and I knew right then that Ivara wasn't just a slave.

She was something else entirely.