Awakening the Trinity by Brittany Elise

Author:Brittany Elise [Elise, Brittany]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Black Rose Writing
Published: 2016-03-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Strange & Beautiful

I followed Niall through the forest with the light of Spirit guiding our way. He was carrying Wren in his arms–effortlessly, as though he weighed no more than a small sack of potatoes. We stayed off the path, and Niall navigated through the shrubbery and underbrush like an experienced animal would–following its own trail. But then, I had to remind myself that he was an animal, or at least part animal. I hadn’t quite figured out the semantics yet. I was also trying not to think too much.

We exited the woods to a narrow access road that the general public didn’t use. They were typically one-lane roads that led up to private cabins, ski lodges, or wildlife stations. A beat up turquoise truck was parked off to the side, leaning over the ditch a little. At first glance, I thought it must have been abandoned there, as the paint was faded and fiercely rusted. I was surprised when Niall stopped short of the tailgate, motioning for me to lower it down. I did as I was told.

He lowered Wren into the bed of the truck, and took my hand and pressed it firmly to the gouge on Wren’s side. “Keep pressure here,” he instructed. I felt a wave of nausea rising in my belly at the feel of his warm, sticky blood. I did my best to ignore the bile waiting on the back of my tongue.

“He needs a hospital,” I said.

“No.” Niall disappeared around the driver’s side of the truck, reappearing a moment later wearing jeans and a red and gray flannel. He also had a blanket in his hands. “No hospital.”

“These wounds are serious, he could die.”

“Our kind can’t go to hospitals,” he said, “our blood isn’t human.” He hopped into the bed of the truck, grabbed Wren underneath the arms and pulled him back across the bed. “You’ll stay with him,” he told me.

“What’s going to happen to him?”

“He needs rest, and he’ll heal.”

I didn’t know if I could believe him, though I had no other option. I climbed into the bed of the truck, leaving a bloody handprint across the chipped paint. I lowered myself down against the back of the cab, and Niall helped to position Wren in my arms so that I could keep pressure to the gash on his side. He covered him with the blanket and glanced up into my eyes. “You okay?” His eyes reminded me of Wren’s–only darker–harder.

I nodded.

“Stay with us, White Witch,” he said before hopping over the side of the bed and climbing back into the cab. I didn’t know why he kept calling me that–or what it even meant, but now I didn’t care. All I could think about was Wren and the condition of his body, and the feel of his blood on my hands. A normal person couldn’t survive the wounds he’d received.

But he wasn’t human.

While my right hand clamped firmly against his side, my left cradled his head gently under my chin.

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