The Lycan War: His Lost Luna

Chapter 5

Aurora POV

I had about two hours of my drive left before I found him and as I am driving pretty decently far. I can't risk to stop now. If I stop too closely to where I pick this guy up, whoever is after him will find us and we will probably die. Great, Aurora. Just great. You had to pick up a dying stranger off the side of the road.

But the truth is, I feel like s**t because I hit him. He would have probably kept running and it looks like he would have escaped his hunters too. I couldn't just leave him out to die like that. It wouldn't have been right.

What was supposed to be two hours, I was able to make it to the discrete location I had set to park the van in one and a half hours. Parking the van, I make sure the front is locked and that the light is not on before turning off the car and slipping into the back without ever having to leave the van.

This man looks like s**t and in complete agony as that bullet is killing him. I find my first aid kit and my medical supplies and rip his bloodied up white button down shirt off to get a closer look at that bullet. When I see his chest, I see the darkness in his veins. s**t. The bullet was poisoned. And I won't be able to tell what the poison is exactly until I take it out.

Just do it. I convince myself as I grab a scalpel and tear into this hole in his chest so I can grab the bullet. As I make a one inch incision, his hands quickly grab tightly around my throat. He growls and I see his bright blue eyes stare at me intensely. Those eyes rim and start to glow blue. Werewolf. With his size, lycan is probably more accurate. You have got to be kidding me, I think as he chokes me.

"I- I-" I try to let out, but I eventually put the knife down and raise both my hands to signal that I am not trying to hurt him. He continues to growl at me, but he loosens his grip just enough so that I can speak. "I need to take the bullet out or you're going to die."

His eyes practically rollover as the poison is trying to ravage his body. He then refocuses his eyes on mine before the blue shine goes and his regular electric blue stays on me. Reluctantly, he lets go of my throat slowly, though I have a feeling he doesn't have much of a choice in that matter. I grab a set of kitchen towels and hold it to his mouth.

"Open. Bite on this." I tell him and he obliges. "This is going to hurt." Warning him, I plunge into his flesh and to find the bullet. He grunts into the towel and I feel the bullet. It's pretty deep in there, but I can probably get it out. I grab a pair of tweezers and I pull it out. After I do so, I make sure he has no other bullet wounds on his chest. He doesn't.

"Who are you?" He breathlessly says as he spits out the kitchen towel. I don't answer him. First, I don't owe him an answer. If anything, he owes me answers. Using that same kitchen towel, I wrap it to hold against his wound. Using a long bandage, I wrap up his wound. Hopefully that will give me enough time to figure out what the f**k was in that bullet.

It's a normal silver bullet, but it's been coated in something. As I observe the bullet, it hits me what the smell is. At first I though it was the iron in his blood I was smelling. It's not. The bullet is coated in red wolfsbane. It's the rarest wolfsbane in the world. Most think that it's extinct. s**t. It's more potent than normal wolfsbanes. That's why he was in human form, he couldn't shift.

Fuck. I open the side of the van. We are facing a bunch of rocks in the event that I needed to take him outside. It's not raining over here, but it is below freezing. I grab a hold of him and try to slide him outside. He growls at me angrily as he refuses to leave the van. I breathe out heavily.

"Look. The bullet was coated in red wolfsbane." His eyes widen just a bit from surprise, but even when he is sick, he can hold his facade. Impressive, I will give him that. "I know how to cure it, but we have to slow the poison from killing you, which means you have to be in the cold."

The large man growls cautiously at me, but I ignore him. Instead, I help him lay up against the rock so that he is sitting up still but on the side of the van towards the backend. I make my way back inside the van and grab my clay pot to fill with some water and my butane burner. Once I am out there, I try to run out to grab some wood, but his hand reaches out to mine and pulls at me.

"I need to grab wood for the fire." I calmly tell him as he tries to survey, but exhaustion is about to take over. "I promise I will be right back." Pressing my hand on his, I get him to let go. I gather some wood and bring them back. The man is completely passed out. That's good. At least, he won't gravel at me anymore.

I start the butane burner and grab a book that I start ripping out papers from to get the wooden fire going. It works quickly. I use the remainder of the book to fan the fire and builds a bit. Settling the clay pot in the middle of the pile, I add more paper and wood to the fire and let it build. It's working and I warm myself up on it a bit before looking over to the man next to me. His huge chest rises and falls, so I work quickly.

Thankfully, I have all of the ingredients to make the cure. Though I was saving most of these rare ingredients for when I was shot with this poison, I have a feeling he's going to need it much more than I will. Plus, I'll still have enough to make a couple more batches. Cruching up certain roots in a particular order and put it into the boiling water, I am careful in my measurements. Using the book, I continue to fan the fire and add more wood. Constantly, going back and forth between gathering more wood and fanning the fire, I know this is going to take awhile.

Normally the poison takes 24 hours to kill the person, depending how close the shot is to the heart. This is on the bottom of his chest, closer to his stomach on the opposite of his heart. Still pretty close, but the cure should be done in time to save his life. The problem? The cure takes awhile to brew properly and I still have to re-bandage him to clean out the wound more carefully. This is going to be a long day, just not the type of long day I was expecting to take.

Enzo POV

Something soft, warm, and wet runs along my chest as I flutter my eyes open to see that girl. That human girl. She has no scent on her, so she has to be human. She removes a towel from my chest to soak it into a bowl with hot water. The girl is cleaning the wound. I cough out as my entire body aches all over.

Though she got a fire started with a pot in the middle of it, the sun looks like it's about to set. I must have slept for the whole day because I saw that sun rise earlier today. At least, I think it was today. I groan out and she notices that I am awake, but she ignores my eye contact.

Instead, she grabs a water bottle next to her and gently places it to my lips. I squint at her, questioning her motives. Why is she helping me? And how the f**k did we get here?

"If I wanted to kill you, I would have left you where I found you and let the werewolves with the guns find you." She tells me and I start to drink the water she gives me. Resting on my back, my body still feels incredibly weak. She said red wolfsbane. That doesn't even exist anymore. How could she possibly know?

"Who are you?" I ask again in this raspy voice since I don't believe she ever said. She pauses for a second before she wrings out the towel and wipes down the dirt and grime from my chest and near my wound.

"No names." She says to me softly. The warm towel actually helps relieve the pain a bit, but I squint hard at this mysterious human. Her long ash brown hair flows down to right before her stomach. With gentle blue eyes and light rosy pink lips, she's actually quite attractive.

Her soft hands makes sure the wound is clean before she wraps a fresh cloth around it. The bleeding hasn't stopped. That's not normal. Red wolfsbane has been extinct for over a century. They used to scare us with bedtime stories about this stuff, though I am still not convinced this girl knows what she's talking about. She also said werewolves earlier, not people, so she knows who we are. Who is this girl?

Once the bandage is wrapped up nicely and to her satisfaction, she goes back into the van with her bowl of warm water and towel. I see her emerge again with a different bowl. This time, she kneels down to the pot in the middle of the fire and stirs it. She pours a bit to the bowl and blows on it before taking a sip. She nods in satisfaction and scoops some more of whatever is in there into the bowl.

After doing so, she comes over to me and stirs up the thing in the bowl with a smaller soup sized spoon, trying to cool it down. After doing that for another thirty seconds or so, she scoops up a spoonful and blows on it lightly before placing it on my lips. I hesitate.

"The bleeding won't stop until you drink it." She warns. Oh, what the hell. She hasn't killed me yet. Even if I drink it, what's the worse that could happen that's not already happening? Slowly I take that bitter liquid into my mouth and spit it out, coughing egregiously.

"What is that?" She shakes her head.

"Medicine. I know it's bitter, but it's the only thing that will work and you have to drink the whole bowl." Looking at her to see if she's serious, I can tell she is dead serious. Fine. Again, she gives me another spoonful and I choke it down. After three spoonfuls, something tingles down to my chest. A warm heat. My hand goest o my bare chest.

The girl has ripped open my shirt to get to the bullet wound, but it looks like that's all she did. I still have my white button down on and my pants on. Though I realize now that I have no shoes. That's weird.

"You should feel the effect of the remedy kicking in soon, if you haven't already." Her soft voice says cushions me. That's strange, maybe it's a side effect of whatever she's giving me. Taking the bowl by own hand, she is quick to let go as I choke the whole thing down in one go before wiping my mouth and laying back down, handing her back the bowl in return.

"Thank you." I mutter out as she takes the bowl back inside the van. Next, I feel a very strong sensation radiate my body. It starts to sting, but I can handle it. That is until I am grasping at my wound in pain and I struggle to breathe. The girl comes out and watches me as a I struggle, looking uncomfortably at me. She takes no comfort is seeing in me in pain. That's a good sign I guess.

As I continue to struggle and ache for what seems like hours, the pain finally subdues. She comes over when she sees that I am no longer in agony. Lifting my bandage up and being satisfied with the result, she nods to me.

"The bleeding stopped, but your hyper healing won't kick in for another day or so." Her tired eyes finally take a look into mine, but she quickly looks away. But, she is right. I can feel the wound no longer bleeding nearly as much. Though it is a strange feeling, I can feel my whole body waking up again as the blood starts to circulate through my veins once again.

"How do you know about werewolves, little human?"