Free Web NovelChapter 118: Sharp As Ever II
A domineering figure walked through the doors, strolling through as though they had all the time in the world.
It was Damon.
He lifted a hand, and to my utter surprise, I saw ice crystals beginning to form in the air. Multiple ice spears materialized from nothing, and he struck it through the rest of the shooters as though he was an archer from the heavens striking down the unworthy peons.
What on earth was happening?
I could only watch as Damon single-handedly turned the tide of the battle. I met his icy blue eyes and felt relief flood through me. He was unhurt; my worst fears had not come true. Likewise, he was equally thankful I was still standing. Then his eyes caught sight of Elijah lying on the ground at my feet, broken and bleeding, and once again I felt the same wellspring of rage.
How strange that this time, I echoed that same feeling. Damon’s rage was no longer a stranger. It was a welcome friend.
I wanted — needed — them to pay.
"Go check on your alpha, you spineless twits. You might just be able to hear his last words," Damon roared. "Now get me a healer, or you’ll all join him in hell!"
The Ironclaw wolves scattered like dandelion seeds under a strong gust of wind. No one dared to face Damon head-on for his insult against their alpha; it was more important to verify if their alpha was still breathing.
They fled back into the room without looking back, but Damon grabbed one of the unfortunate stragglers by the throat, lifted him up, and shook him so hard I was surprised his eyes didn’t fall out.
"Where’s your healer? Tell me!" he demanded angrily, his fingers tightening around the other man’s throat. The other man wheezed, kicking his legs furiously in an attempt to escape. I knew from personal experience that such an attempt was nothing but futile.
"Over... my dead... body! I’ll... never tell...!" The man choked out bravely, unknowingly sealing his fate. I winced; this was a terrible time to display his loyalties.
Damon’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, his ice spear did all the talking― it immediately stabbed through the man, snuffing his life out without mercy. He died even faster than Elijah, who let out a soft chuckle as he saw Damon’s actions.
"Ha... he did say... over his... dead... body..." Elijah snorted in amusement. Unfortunately, his display of joy caused more blood to gush out from his wounds, and I cursed under my breath.
"Elijah, hold on! We’ll get you help!" I quickly took off the extra shirt Elijah had stolen for me in an attempt to stem the flow of blood from Elijah’s multiple bullet wounds. He moaned weakly in pain; I watched in horror as his eyes grew hazy from blood loss. He was staring at some point over my head now, blinking slowly at nothing in particular.
Damon grabbed another man and was just about to repeat his demands before a scream interrupted everyone.
"Alpha Natan is dead!"
No sooner had the news broken did mournful howls filled the air, a desolate melody that raised goosebumps all over my arms. Stormclaw never did that for their dead alpha, but then again, we were all under attack at the same time. There was hardly any time to mourn for my departed father when I was trying to save my own skin.
"That solves the problem." Damon smirked viciously. He didn’t need to raise his voice, yet it felt like it reverberated through the halls of Ironclaw. "I’m their Alpha now."
"Wolves of Ironclaw, where is your healer? I order you to bring me to them immediately, in the shortest path possible," Damon ordered.
This time, there was no way any wolf could refuse his words. With their Alpha dead, they had no choice but to listen to Damon. He slayed their Alpha, and since ancient times, that meant that he was their new alpha. Ironclaw was effectively his in the most primal way. They could refuse his suggestions and balk at his instructions, but there was no arguing with a direct order.
He waited, and now, there was a wolf who reluctantly, begrudgingly, led the way. Damon easily picked up Elijah in his arms and I hurriedly followed after them. In no time at all, we arrived at the infirmary.
"Take out the bullets," Damon ordered. "Make sure he’s healed, or I’ll make sure you and the rest take his place."
The doctor gulped weakly, but then quickly got to work on Elijah, his hands trembling while Damon’s eyes bore a hole at the back of his head. I could only bite my lip in worry. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
Damon had worded his words in a way to ensure Elijah got medical attention as soon as possible. I wouldn’t have put it past Ironclaw’s werewolves to sabotage his attempts to get Elijah help by leading us on a wild goose chase while Elijah bled out in Damon’s arms.
But it would be foolish for both of us to trust their doctor entirely. Unfortunately, we had no choice― Elijah needed to be at least well enough to travel back for Nicole to examine him.
We waited and waited, and eventually, the doctor successfully dug out the last bullet from Elijah’s side. Elijah was a pale shivering mess on the hospital bed, and the doctor’s gloved hands were coated with his blood.
I felt my stomach turn as I caught sight of all the extracted bullets on the tray, coated with stray bits of flesh. Damon hissed under his breath, and I could tell he wanted to smash his fist against the wall. We could only watch as the doctor slowly stitched back his numerous wounds, wrapping them up in bandages that bled through too quickly for our liking.
Finally, it was done. With the silver out of his system, Elijah’s eyes were slowly regaining consciousness. I heaved a sigh of relief.
"Good. It’s time for us to get the hell out of here," Damon said.
Then he paused. His nostrils flared, and his mouth pinched as though he had smelled poop at the bottom of his shoe. Hatred filled my heart once again, and I could only blink dumbly in Damon’s direction.
What was he upset with now?
"Why... Why does this place smell like vampire?" Damon growled out.
