Frostbite

Frostbite: Four weeks

Skye's pov

I have read five hundred books since I arrived from the Willow pack in order to find something that would help me be able to shift but so far the books contain nothing but ways to cure infections or instructions on public speaking.

I thought that since this library belonged to my parents I would be able to find something but that's not the case here.

I continue to try to read a book but my vision begins to fail me. I try to concentrate on the small words and I can't help but see double.

I take off my contacts and even then it doesn't help. growing tired and impatient I throw the book across the room and scream as loud as I can.

"damn it!" I scream as I kick more books to the side.

"Skye what are you doing?" Henry asks shocked when he sees the piles of books on the floor.

normally I would tell him to get over it since it's just books but I'm too tired to argue. I can't even see properly so how in the world would I be able to win him in an argument.

"it's nothing." I say as I walk towards a shelf filled with books and I pull one out.

I open it and try to concentrate but my eyes are no longer helping me at all.

I walk over to the couch and I almost fall but Henry catches me and helps me to sit.

"Skye, what's wrong?" he asks as he looks at my face. "Skye when was the last time you slept?" he asks loudly.

I move his hand away from me and with an irritated expression I tell him "I don't know. since we got back from the airplane."

at this point I can't see him anymore. his features are hazy but his voice sounds angry "Since we got back! are you serious? it's been at least four weeks already! what the hell are you doing to yourself?!"

he tries to pull me up but I fight back. "no, I need to figure out how to fix this! if I don't I wont be able to..."

out of nowhere the pain on my back begins to bother me again but its worst this time.

last time the bones on my back felt as if they were popping out but this time my whole body feels as if it's disintegrating.

"if I don't the pain won't stop." is the last thing I say before I am indulged in nothing more but the sweet and bitter darkness.

Henry's pov

"she collapsed because she is simply tired." the doctor says as he looks at me with judging eyes. "sir I understand that you have a nice job with a nice payment but her separation from her twin brother is generally a big impact for two wolves who have never been separated." he looks at her one more time before packing "I'm not sure why but something is not allowing her to shift." he says as we hear a bone popping coming from Skye.

"wait, what do you mean? you can't fix this?"

"I'm afraid no one can, the only thing that we can do is let her rest." he says as he picks up his bag.

"it's been three days since she collapsed, how much longer does it take for something like this to heal?!" I ask impatiently.

"I don't know." he says looking at Skye "that's up to her. the question that you should be asking right now is how strong is she? after all, normal werewolves only last about three days without rest when they are doing heavy study. this child was capable of doing it for four weeks straight." he says as he leaves the room and closing the door behind him.

the silence fills the room and I begin to feel the need to cry. although it was my responsibility to take care of her as her father I decided to leave her alone in this house so that I would be able to avoid her sad expression.

I didn't want to see her suffering so I stayed in my own house for four weeks straight without knowing that while I was sleeping nicely and cozy, she was here on her own pushing her body over the limit for some unknown reason.

I sit next to her on the bed and I observe her carefully.

her eyes have large bags under them and she looks so pale, so drained from her life. her lips are dry and it seems that she hasn't eaten a thing since she got back from the Willow pack.

'what the hell were you trying to do to yourself?'

she slowly opens her eyes, her normal dark violet eyes are a pale color as she tries to open them. "my body hurts." she whispers.

"your wolf wants to shift but for some odd reason you can't." I say as I move her hair away from her face.

she begins to laugh weakly as she says "I knew this s**t was going to come back and bite me someday."

"what do you mean?"

she begins to tear up and covers her eyes with a hand. "I was around five when that man told us to never try to shift again. that our wolves would only bring us trouble but I tried to shift and went against his orders but I couldn't." she covers her eyes with both hands now "that man he did this to us. he did something to us and I could have solved it if I tried sooner but I was too selfish. I wanted to avoid the problem, I'm so stupid."

"if that's true then that means we have to ask Gloria about it." I say as I look at her clean her tears.

"who?"

"Gloria... your father's cousin." I say as I scratch my head. "that's if she want to talk to us at all."

Dean's pov

"what was the prince like?" I ask Mr. Dante who came over to visit my father again.

he didn't know about our economic situation and was shocked when he heard the story of Skye who walked to my grandfather's house with a backpack filled with thousands of dollars in order to exchange them for a car that she wanted to give to her brother.

when he heard it he told us that he would have helped if we had asked him but that he was glad that everything went well.

"he left when he was nineteen years old. his mother and father had been murdered so he had to fight or escape." he says as he flips a coin on the table.

"why run when you can fight?" I ask confused "didn't he have the mark to help him?"

Mr. Dante smiles at me as he says "that boy was just like his father. he was a calm soul. nothing like his mother who had a fire burning in her soul, that's why he decided to run. that child only wanted to avoid fighting as much as he could. sure he was outgoing but in the end of it all he was in love with adventure and wanted nothing to do with war."

"isn't that a bad thing for a king?" I ask as Mr. Dante smiles widely.

"he was a strange child just like his mother on that aspect." he says as he picks up the coin from the table. "he was a kind man as well. He hated to study as well, every time I arrived to visit the castle he would use me as an excuse for skipping his lessons. you know what surprised me about him?" he asks me as he crosses his arms and leans back on the chair.

"what?"

"he was obsessed with myths and legends. he wanted to someday explore dungeons and caves, to go and find treasure." he says as his smile fades away. "too bad he wasn't able to."