(Author’s POV)
"Brother, why don’t you play the flute for all of us? A little concert for your family, hmmm. Pleaseeeee ummmm" Nora urged Alaric, blinking her eyes repeatedly, trying to play cute. And then without waiting for his reply, she just handed him the flute box she has gifted him earlier.
Raising an eyebrow at Nora, Alaric didn’t deny her request, "Anything for you" and gave a refreshing smile which was only reserved for his loved ones.
"I know you are the best, but brother umm will~, will Brother Brave be really alright on his own, shouldn’t we check on him or sothing? He hasn’t co back yet and he also~" Nora wanted to say he is also wolf less, but didn’t said it out loud. It was way too painful and pitiful tp put in words. She then continued, mumbling "It’s dangerous for him to be alone in that state. Don’t you think?"
Elio patted her shoulders, reassuring Nora, "We are talking about Brave here. Having a wolf or not having any, he is invincible. As an Alpha and a Lycan too, he knows what to do. He just needs his own space."
Dion chid in, "Now, cheer up Nor, otherwise your dear friend, will worry about you" pointing at Myra’s direction with his chin. "You don’t want that right?"
Nora pouted at his words and comnted, "Aren’t you way to concerned about ’my friend’, hmmmm Brother Dion? What’s going on, really?" she looked at him with suspicion. The others ears also perked at Nora’s words.
Dion sipped on his martini which had wolfsbane mixed in it and shrugged his shoulders off, casually saying, he pinched Nora’s cheek "What are you even implying sista? I am just concerned for her as she is your childhood friend. Don’t think too much" he ruffled Nora’s wet hair making it look like a bird’s nest and then laughed at her.
With narrowed eyes, Nora read Dion’s face for a few minutes and then didn’t pursued the topic. Looking at Alaric, she pointed toward the flute in his hand.
Without any delay, Alaric nodded at her and then cald his mind, doing rhythmic breathing exercise for a few tis.
With a practiced posture, he closed his eyes and started blowing wind inside the flute. His long and perfectly aligned fingers tapped on the other holes to generate a very soothing and refreshing sound.
Everyone was so engrossed in the music; it felt like the world was a happy place, no bloodshed, no enemies, no hatred, no revenge, just peace and prosperity.
The wind flew past them as Alaric picked up the tempo as if the wind was going with his music’s flow.
Elio, Dion and Nora felt like they were in a deep forest, with their wolves beside them, fascinated and absorbed in the mont. Alaric’s music had such a strong power within it.
When the music was in its final verse, a screaming noise bolted everyone out of there relaxing and trance mode.
They all turned towards the source, and saw Myra inside the hot springs attempting and battling for her life. A sense of panic struck all of them, their eyes went wide in shock. And without a second’s delay they all zapped towards Myra’s direction with their super speed.
The first one to reach Myra was surprisingly, Alaric. The sheer horror and dreadfulness he was sensing was unsettling for him and Alex was growling and howling inside him, trying to break free.
He hugged Myra from behind, closing the gap between them. Their wet bodies were sticking to each other. He kept purring, "Breath, human. Relax and Breath. You are safe."
Nora shouted nerve wrenchingly, "MYRAAAAAAAAA" as her hands were on her mouth.
Effortlessly, Alaric held Myra and laid her beside the pool.
As they all saw how pale Myra’s face turned and her lip color was a mix of white and blue, all of their wolves were fighting to co out on the surface, their eyes turning darker and darker. Her lifeless like state was ominous for all of them and their respective wolves. Their heart aching like they were themselves were on the verge of death.
Elio started performing CPR on Myra, although his hands were shaking and vibrating. Still he kept pressing on her chest vigilantly, trying to keep his composure.
The water didn’t co out of Myra’s system after all that, so a mouth to mouth resuscitation had to done. Elio pinched her upper and lower lip with his separate hands and leaned in to give her oxygen.
But before he could do anything, Alaric reached for his shoulder and shoved him, murmuring, "You’re too slow" and without a any delay, he connected his lips with Myra’s urgently. He sucked and pumped air inside her mouth repeatedly, over and over again.
Dion’s hands were in his hair, ’I shouldn’t have given her alcohol. It’s entirely my fault.’ His body was shaking violently and for the first ti in his life, his whole deanor seed weak and feeble.
But soon, Myra spat a mouthful of water and coughed, regaining consciousness. Her surroundings looking blurry by all the water and also her eyes were teary. For a few seconds, she couldn’t make out where was she? What was happening around her?
Myra blinked several tis to wash out the haziness. A face was quite close to hers, which jolted her senses. Although, she couldn’t make out who he was, the sensation that lingered on her lips told her what had happened.
Seeing that Myra has awakened, all of them breathed a sigh of relief and Alaric gathering himself stepped aside expressionlessly. Elio held Myra’s hand and checked her pulse, as Nora asked her, "Are you alright, Myra?"
Taking heavy breaths, Myra only nodded in response. Her whole energy was drained and she was still under the influence.
The breeze picked by a bit and Dion, bending his knees, leaned in close to Myra and without a warning he held her bridal style and walked off straight to where the tents were.
The group followed them quietly outwardly, but inside it was uproar.
Alex was grunting, ’OUR MATE, our mate was about to die, Al. My whole being is shivering and aching by the re thought of what happened.’
Leo mumbled painfully inside Elio’s head, ’Elio, I don’t know why I feeling this but when I saw her struggling inside the water, it felt like~, it felt like my heart stopped.’
Aura was in complete rage, ’Nor, you know how Myra is. She doesn’t know how to swim because of, because of that trauma, and you still left her alone.’ Nora clenched her palms tightly, maybe too tightly; her nails were digging in them and fresh blood oozing out of it.
To Be Continued . . . . . . . . .
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