Chapter 104-1
Kiana
She was still alive.
Clas
I didn’t know anything about the woman who lay shivering on the table in the infirmary, but relief swept through me anyway. I was so tired of people dying around me. So tired of being involved in death. It would be nice if this time, everyone lived.
Although, if Eloise pulled through, London might very well kill her anyway. He practically vibrated next to me as we watched through the window while Saul did an exam.
Naked and pale, she acted as if she knew where she was and who she was, but every now and then, she would give a little cry of warning, and her eyes would turn green. No one thought anything about it until London told us that Eloise’s wolf’s eyes were amber-colored.
Now, as she cried out, Saul slowly inched toward the door. Holding my breath, I watched as the
young woman fought to control herself. Irons were wrapped around her wrists and ankles,
chaining her to the wall. They were supposed to be strong enough to hold a werewolf.
No one was sure if they would hold Eloise.
“I want him out of there,” Troy growled, but I caught his sleeve as Eloise suddenly slumped to the
table, still in human form. Saul raced to her side and held up her head. The young woman’s lips
started to move. A few minutes later, Saul slipped out of the room and approached us.
“Physically, she’s weak. I imagine that’s from the energy needed to make the change,” Saul said in a
low voice. “I’ve drawn some blood, but it’ll take some time to get the results back. Eloise said her
control is slipping. I fear the next time it comes on-” a roar interrupted us, and we all turned back
to the window. “She’ll succumb to the change.”
At the sight of her, my mouth dropped open. She was an enormous wolf, but somehow, the
proportions were just a little off. As one of the guards had stated, her back was hunched over. Her back legs were remarkably shorter than her front legs, and her eyes were far too big. The grey fur was patchy, like it was her fur but spread over a body much too large.
“How much of that is Eloise’s normal wolf?” Saul asked as he studied her.
“The coloring of the fur is hers, but nothing else. Normally, she’s a little smaller than our average wolf. Her eyes were amber-colored. This is…” London rubbed his chest and frowned. “Strange. My pack bond with her wolf is still there, and what I do feel is panic. Pure panic. I think it’s her wolf, just deformed.”
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Troy pointed. “Look at the eyes. There’s intelligence there. She’s upset and tugged at the irons but she’s not trying to rip them out. I think Eloise is still in there and aware. Despite the body, it is her.”
“I’m going back in there, and London, I think you should come with me. Soothe her wolf,” Saul said.
“Everyone else stays out here. I don’t want her to panic.”
I didn’t love the idea of Saul going back in there, but Troy nodded and wrapped his arms around me
to comfort me. I held my breath as Saul and London entered.
“Eloise, it’s me.” London pushed power in his voice. “You’re doing very well. I know you’re scared,
but we’re going to figure this out, all right? Can you lie down for me so Saul can examine you?
We’re not going to hurt you.”
She made a little keening sound and awkwardly tried to shift on the table. It broke under her. With
a yelp, Eloise scrambled away and knocked into Saul. He crashed into the wall, and I tried to break
free of Troy and reach the door.
“They have her,” Troy reminded me. “She’s not hurting them. If we go in there, she’ll feel your panic.”
I watched as London put his hands on Eloise’s head and scratched her ears. He had to stretch his
arms up all the way, but at his touch, she settled on the floor and lowered her head. Saul got up
and brushed himself off.
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