The Alpha’s Desire 3(15)

 

 

 

“Just rest, my dear,” he said, his voice an egotistical hiss as he motioned to someone behind him to come to us. “My pack will get a stretcher, as we’d anticipated the injuries as unavoidable, and get you back to our den. There, my sorcerer will heal you, and teach you – make you one of us.”

 

 

 

I shook my head as two naked men walked to us, a stretcher of some sort in their hands. Damn devil had planned on injuries from the crash. Guess he’d been willing to gamble on the fact that I wouldn’t die. My vision came and went, as did the sounds around me. These men approaching caused another desperate skirmish behind the man in a suit. Though I could see nothing, I could hear them, the wrestling, the growls, all fainter, slower, though if that was from my state or theirs, or maybe a combination of both, I couldn’t tell.

 

 

 

“Get her. gentleman,” suit guy said as he stood, looming up tall over me as I looked up at him through squinted eyes.

 

 

 

“Christina,” came Lex’s voice behind him.

 

 

 

When the man turned around, I could see Lex as a mangled man, each cut and bruise, bleeding, swelling, and looking much worse on human flesh than covered in a furry hide. He tried hard to stand, to get to me, before he fell in a heap on the ground with Vivian and Riker still in wolf form, standing over him, shaking, weak, yet still poised to defend. I didn’t understand why he’d transformed back, and hadn’t the time or mental energy to think on it as the sounds and situation around me changed.

 

 

 

I fought the fog a moment longer, on mere adrenaline this time, as a hiss of sorts came from behind me. Whatever it was, I didn’t turn my head, watching as the guy in the suit turned, and looked past me. His tanned face paled, at least his lips did, and his body grew tense. The naked men on each side of him, the stretcher still in their hands, did about the same. Yet, they poised for battle, looking to their leader for instructions, I assumed, as my vision began to blur again.

 

 

 

Something touched me. Through the haze, mental and physical, I felt myself be lifted, floating maybe, thought the shift in pain at being moved made it hard to think at all. As I watched the ground shake and get farther away, my world went black again.

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Four

 

 

 

The next moment, minutes or hours, whatever, as I floated in and out of consciousness, my heart took to fluttering in time with my breath, a mere panting. I wasn’t jostled as one would imagine as my captor fled with me in his or her arms, but instead I seemed to soar over the ground. Greens and browns zoomed by me so fast that I couldn’t make out anything distinct, as in trees or mountains, or any distinct landscaping markers. All I knew for sure was that this thing that had me, which I prayed was human with inhuman strength, stuck to woods of some sorts. Through it all, pain, the ebbs and flows of it, had me lingering between being unconscious and then awake.

 

 

 

Fits of delirium maybe would be the best I could describe my state of mind at this point. My world around me moved, and it moved at an incomprehensible speed, this thing carrying me as if I weighed nothing. It didn’t even grip my body to its hard one, but just enough to hold me in place, not like the thing had any trouble at all holding me. Sunlight warmed my skin despite the chill of fast moving air, not like wind, but like my body cutting through the air. I didn’t know how I knew the difference, but while some things were so unclear, others were crystal and made sense to me somehow.

 

 

 

Guess it was a case of losing some sense or abilities only to find strength in others. In my brief moments of clarity, my mind raced to figure it all out, what had just happened to me and why I’d been taken from the fight. When I wasn’t in a panic about being away from Lex, not knowing what had befallen him, I attempted to figure out my own situation, if what had taken me was a good or bad thing, as far as my fate went.

 

 

 

I guessed it could be one of the Royals, and hoped that Lex had been saved, too. I tried in vain to hold onto that hope, but some instinct, warped by agony at this point, knew I was being raced further and further away from him. In fits of consciousness, I mourned him, the loss of proximity first, and then in fevered bouts of panic, the fear of never seeing him again grew to be suffocating. Regardless of my thoughts, I found that with the speed we traveled, and the hold this thing had on me, that I couldn’t even squirm. Pain or not, I had been rendered defenseless.

 

 

 

All I had left was to analyze, to think, when I could manage, so I clung to that like a drowning woman would an anchor, if you will, as that was about as useless as my efforts were for all the trouble and exhaustion they caused me. Still, I continued on, let my unstable mind reel around the facts, the possibilities, until I became certifiable, yet couldn’t quit thinking, this my last shred of control over my life.