Death's Saviour
Chapter Twenty-Two: Dusk

Author's Song of the Chapter: Bad Boy by Tungevaag and Raaban

The hospital looms over us creating a hulking shadow from the moonlight to cover our forms as we crouch behind a line of bushes beside the building beneath a window sill. Light floods from the front of the building as people go in and out of the main doors. Someone’s mumbling reaches my ears and I can see them over the benches on the other side of the bushes. Noah and I snatched clothes from a clothesline on the way over here, but I know we look gruff and wild still. Carl didn’t bother with clothes since he is still too fresh, he can’t hold either form for long. My mind is a whirr as I try to process a plan. Carl lays behind me in the bushes, we already decided he will stay here in the bushes and group up again when we leave.

“How are we getting inside?” Noah whispers in my ear as he moves his body closer to mine, so his breath tickles my neck as heat from his form warms my back.

“Improvise,” I tell Noah pulling my hood over my black hair as I step from the bushes startling the person on the bench.

Noah joins me as he stands beside me taking my hand in his as we move towards the back of the building. I know this neighbourhood isn’t the best, that’s what I’m betting on. We move swiftly as I try not to smile when I spot what I’m looking for after all the person on the bench was drinking. A piece of bottle glass shines in the moonlight on the cracked pavement, I pick it up slipping it into my pocket. Noah raises his eyebrow at me but he doesn’t question me. I lead him back around the building, Carl watching us curiously before I lead him just into the doors. I let Noah’s hand go leaving him leaning against the wall as I slip into the public bathroom. Once safely closed into a stall I slit my wrists making it deep so that it will take me a good little bit to heal but it won’t kill me. I drop the glass into the toilet flushing it before staggering back out of the bathroom right into Noah’s arms. I have my sleeves rolled up and blood trickles down my arms into my hands. I’m careful not to let it drip onto the floor.

“Help, please!” Noah calls out as he pulls me into his arms, I go limp letting my eyes flutter as a nurse instantly runs over to us when he spies the blood.

“What happened?” The male nurse questions gruffly and I moan pretending to be in pain hoping it will speed things up.

“She must have slit her wrists just now in the bathroom, I knew she was having a rough time with her depression so I had brought her here for help, I didn’t think she would do this!” Noah gasps out panic slipping perfectly into his voice as he looks down at my half-open eyes.

I close my eyes as I feel us moving away as we follow the nurse. He leads us to a room with a bed where he commands Noah to set me down. I can feel panic radiating off him and I begin to worry I have done too good of a job with my suicide look, perhaps I cut deeper than the normal human would survive. I half-open my eyes making them look glassy as doctors rush into the room surrounding me. They look down at my blood draining from my body onto the sweater and they grimace. Instantly a doctor steps in, I do my best not to growl as a needle slides into the croak of my elbow as they attempt to morphine me and put me under, so I won’t be hurting. I can feel Noah holding my hand as he sobs. The doctors work fast as I pretend to pass out when I can feel a small lightness in my body. That must be the morphine.

“You saved her life kid, you brought her in just in time. We will need to monitor her for the next few days and I would suggest you allow me to call some services about this to help her. She should be okay.” I hear a male voice talking to Noah who is still squeezing my hand and suddenly needles move in and out of my skin sewing me up.

“Thank you so much!” Noah gaps, the needles leave my skin.

I can feel my gurney being wheeled away, Noah still holds my hand and I know they will move me up to the same floor where we need to be and put me into a room while they do what they need to do. I’m right when we stop moving and a door closes leaving Noah and me alone. I open my eyes smiling over at Noah who wipes his eyes while wearing a mischievous smirk.

“Quick thinking.” Noah smiles as he helps me sit up while I give the machine that is supposed to be reading my pulse a good whack killing it, so it won’t screech when I pull the needle from my skin.

The stitches in my wrist ache as my wounds are healed and they are simply embedded in my healed flesh. I scratch at them slightly annoyed, but they will be a problem for later, not now.

“Let’s go save some Wolves!” I say as Noah helps me up.

I wrap the medical clothes around my body to cover up my bloody clothes as Noah goes to the door looking out to make sure the coast is clear. As soon as we step into the hallway the air feels thin and it’s dark and quiet. Any worries I had about this leave my body as I recognize this floor to be empty except for myself and the other Wolves. For once I’m grateful for the human's fear of the unknown as we turn to go right down another hallway and as we move the air gets thinner making my head slightly woozy due to the morphine. The air continues to get thinner until we approach the room where it seems thinnest. We are silent creatures as we use the shadows slipping around the boy around our age reading from a book on his bed. The book is about tornadoes. I look at the end of the bed reading his name and medical issues in my mind for Noah to hear.

‘Garth Channel, condition: unknown, seems to have breathing issues?’ - I read for Noah and I and Noah exchanges a look with me.

This boy’s power has something to do with how thin the air is in here, this means he is an Air Wolf. They can control the air manipulating it and even transforming it into things when they have great, or no, control.

“Garth?” I say quietly as a question, his eyes flicker from his book to where I stand but I know he doesn’t see us, he isn’t really looking.

“Is someone there?” He asks, his voice deep and uncertain as he pulls his body to the edge of the bed his uncertainty kicking up some wind in the room.

“Garth, we are here to help,” I say louder as I step from the shadows.

I blink as my body slams into the wall leaving a dent with the impact knocking the air from my lungs in a whoosh as I slide to the floor. Noah is over me in wolf form growling at Garth instantly as I try to regain air into my body from the impact. Garth look astonished at his hands which have frozen together, Noah thinks his powers are working from them obviously.

“Oh my, Sicora said you would come for us. I didn’t believe it since I thought you were just a myth. I thought the white furs would come for us before you ever would. I’m sorry!” Garth rumbles out suddenly his eyes wide, Noah bares his fangs growling deep rumbles in his throat.

Garth maneuvers out of the bed standing as I move my hand into Noah’s fur to stop him from attacking. I know he is thinking on his instincts at this moment and he will attack Garth for hurting his mate. He is truly a Wolf and it brings a smile to my lips as I suck in a good measure of air.

“You scared me, and I only have minimal control of this thing. Why are there two of you? Sicora only talked about one great Hellhound.” Garth rumbles some more as I breathe in and out until I’m certain my voice won’t fail me.

“I’m Dusk, and this is my mate, Noah.” I finally manage to breathe out, Noah’s ears flicked at my voice but he doesn’t turn his head from Garth.

“Your mate.” Gath echoes in wonder and I try not to groan a little at the idea of having to explain everything to him.

“Can we go get the girl and then explain so there is no need to do so twice?” Noah grumbles as he shifts back helping me stand up.

“Good plan, Sicora is at the other end of the hall, could you help me?” Garth smiles at us though his dark gray eyes grow weary as he tries to move from his bed on his own stumbling slightly.

Surprising me Noah moves to him cracking his machine open as he pulls wires from Garth’s body helping him by supporting his weight. We move out into the hallway moving down it at a decent pace even for how weak Garth is though I’m sure Noah is dragging Garth a little. Garth bubbles with excitement as we move into the girl’s room. Puffy brown hair and purple eyes surprise me as I almost run right into her.

“I heard the growls down the hall, I was worried!” Sicora breaths as she holds a piece of metal in her hands and her machine is already a broken wreck.

Sicora moves to put her arms around Garth hugging him tightly as they embrace in a deep kiss that causes Noah and I to share a raised eyebrow look.

“No white-furs, these are your legendary Wolves Sicora.” Garth smiles when they step apart and Sicora looks from me to Noah who stands beside me.

I can easily read the uncertainty in them both as Noah and I stand here, Noah can sense it as well. Noah takes my hand and we both blink letting our eyes glow.

“Why are there two of you? I’ve only heard of the Fire Hound.” Sicora grumbles suddenly, I understand why she, and Garth get along so well, they are both skeptical and questioning.

I glance between them as I look them overtaking in Sicora’s dark skin compared to Garth’s pale skin and built frame. His eyes offset hers with the dark gray that they are. Her hair is puffy where he is combed back and slick. Interesting how things bring people together.

‘Want to place bets that he was a dick of a cool kid, and she was a bratty nerd before they were put into this situation?’ - Noah asks in my mind his tone playful causing me to laugh which causes them to look at me like I’m crazy.

“Sorry I was asking Dusk something. I’m Noah and I’m Dusk’s mate. Or I guess in more technical terms I’m the Fire Hound, or Hellhound’s, mate the Frost Wolf.” Noah explains from beside me, I see a dark interesting look flicker in both of their eyes as they take us in.

“What did you mean by you asked her something? You didn’t say anything out loud.” Garth questions as he looks between us with a curious look about him.

“We can communicate telepathically, it’s a perk of being a Wolf-like us,” I explain to them which causes Garth’s eyes to widen when Sicora’s darken, and I focus my attention on her directly not liking the way she is looking at Noah.

“The myths never said anything about a mate, it isn’t right there is only one all-powerful wolf,” Sicora whispers under her breath to Garth and it causes both Noah and I to growl because she is challenging Noah.

They both flinch away from our growls.

“If you have a problem with Noah, then you have a problem with me. He is my mate, my equal and no myth will ever change that.” I growl out baring my canines which causes Sicora’s eyes to widen and start to glisten with a look I know as respect.

“How about we get out of here?” Noah says from beside me his voice low as he is focusing somewhere else, then I hear it too, the white-furs are coming.

Noah moves forward grabbing Garth and I grab Sicora while unfreezing Garth’s still frozen hands. We don’t give them a chance to think before we wrap their bodies around us heading for the window. Footsteps echo in the hallway outside the room and I don’t think I react. I launch myself out the window preparing my legs as I land swiftly in the bushes below. I try to cushion the blow for Sicora who holds onto my shoulders for dear life as she wraps her legs tightly around my torso. I look over my shoulder at her, life and excitement light her eyes. She is enjoying this. Noah and Garth land beside us almost taking Carl out where he lay, and I see the same look reflected in Garth’s eyes. Noah and I share a nod before bolting out of the darkness away until we feel it is safe to shift Carl on our heels. We shift, I don’t remove my bloody tattered clothes, ushering Garth and Sicora onto our backs. I snap at Sicora when she yanks my fur a little rough and she apologizes. We take off running into the forest three Wolves and two humans. I can’t help but feel so alive when Sicora let’s go of my fur throwing her arms out to the side. These two might be handfuls but they are Wolves at heart just like Noah and Carl. I can see it in them when I glow my eyes, it lives within them just waiting for a little help. Noah jostles my shoulder lightly feeling playful with our success. I indulge him snapping my teeth at his rear causing him to howl in laughter as Carl jostles my opposite shoulder as we head for home.