The Alpha's Keeper

III: I Won’t Let You Die

The werewolf's wounds did not improve with treatment. It was as if his own regeneration was not working, but his ability to endure pain and his desire to live allowed Edith to keep him alive.

You are a persistent puppy! Edith thought his wounds were fatal. Any other creature would have perished, but not him. He was still fighting hard against death. She healed her superficial wounds, and they all slowly began to heal, but that didn't make sense. She couldn't understand the situation.

Why the hell aren't you healing? She wondered as she determinedly searched through the pages of her old books to try to understand why the powers of that werewolf did not work.

The neck wound that was by far the worst had stopped bleeding. However, the abdominal wound did not seem to heal at all.

She sits next to him, looked at the dying man in confusion. She wanted to understand why his medicines and his efforts were not giving any results, the night had fallen on that place. If she could not find a solution to the situation of Joshua, without a doubt, he would not see another dawn.

Why do I keep trying? He clearly will die! She thought as she saw the man suffering on the bed in front of her, the wound on his abdomen would not stop bleeding, and every so often, he would let out a scream of pain. His hands would go to his wounded abdomen.

That seemed the main source of his suffering, and Edith was about to lose faith when the werewolf's eyes widened. He looked at the ceiling, but it was clear that his mind was not on that plane.

His bloody hand from his touch with his abdominal wound rose, and with difficulty, he said, “Sorry not to be on time!”

His words were full of heartbreaking suffering, as if that phrase symbolized an abysmal defeat that weighed on his spirit. His tears fell inconsolably from his eyes, and Edith, attracted by that intense gaze, placed her fingers on his forehead.

She closed her eyes before she muttered, “Memoriam Revelare.”

And with that phrase, a clear image appeared in Edith's mind. Souls travel via dreams, and Edith was trying to see what his dream was of that moment.

She was in stormy darkness as if the clouds decided to cover the whole place, the darkness of a desolate soul that could not find peace.

Her bare feet felt the touch of snow, but she did not feel cold at all. And in front of her, a bloody figure was sitting on a corroded throne far away. She walked out of her control and through that misty, snowy plain until she cut the distance with the battered man that looked somewhat different from the black wolf’s human form.

Then she was in front of him, her hand rose to touch him, but he looked up with powerful red eyes spoke with his corpse-like appearance.

“My firstborn! You were not there! And we paid the price!”  The corpse yelled in anguish and full of blame.

Edith gasped.

What terrible pain is this that you feel! She thought when that alien body where her mind lived fell to its knees. She already has an idea of what was going on with this black werewolf.

The cold touch of the snow was nothing, but his cold heart froze every thought filled with sadness that struck his soul.

Edith looked at how those black eyes looked at her when she opened her eyes, but it was not an intense look. It was lost as if the arms of death slowly attracted his spirit to the great beyond.

He doesn't want to die! Thought Edith, she was looking at Joshua's body for a long time. She knew perfectly well that his pain was crying out, asking desperately not to die, that he stay afloat so that he could mend that terrible mistake that weighed on his soul.

“If you don't want to die, I won't let you die!” Edith said, standing up.

She was so immersed in a unique situation that she did not notice the tears that fell from her eyes. Her cold cheeks looked with blurred vision as she placed her hands on the werewolf's body and said, “Ostend mihi mortis causa.”

And her eyes turned black like a mysterious cloak that showed her the deepest truth about that fact. When she returned to normal, she fell to the ground, exhausted. She was exhausted. That was a difficult spell that she did not like to practice.

“Damn wolf! You better survive!” Edith gritted, her fatigue and the pain in her body increased. Still, without knowing the reason she was obsessed with saving that person's life, the spell showed her the reason why his wound did not heal and why he could not use his own powers of regeneration.

Edith got up and stood in front of Joshua's body, an expression of apprehension appearing on her face. As she reached into the wolf's open wound, she began to dig for something.

When her hand entered the wound, Joshua let out a roar of pain, and his body twisted hard, but she didn't stop.

His powerful hand hit the wall on the side where he was lying and forcefully pulverized it.

She stiffened and could not help but think about what would happen to her fragile body if one of those terrible blows struck her, but fear did not paralyze her. Putting her hand deeper into the wound, she finds what she was looking for and firmly pulled it out.

Edith forcefully pulled out half the blade of the silver dagger with which the white wolf had stabbed Joshua in the battle.

She could feel the hatred that that attack had throbbed, and when he saw Joshua lying on his bed for the first time, she could see an expression that did not denote anguish and despair.

The wound stopped bleeding, and slowly the other wounds on his body began to heal.

Edith was happy to have succeeded, but all the intensity of her action attacked her at once, and using the spell was too much for her weak body. Unable to avoid it, she fainted on the carpet.