Part Wolf

Change of plans

Just before Alex's wolf landed on Zack, Elize was shoved against the wall, her shoulder hitting the hard surface violently. The impact shook her insides, followed by a stinging pain on her right shoulder.

"Fuck! That hurt." She swore under her breath. Elize placed her left hand on her shoulder and closed her eyes.

Heal! She willed her magic to seep through her hands into the spot. A few cracks later, the pain in her shoulder subsided. She opened her eyes and sighed, relieved.

"Elize!" Irina shouted from where she stood. Elize could see that her face was already pale, making her hair look more red.

"Stay there. Don't come near!" Elize shouted back to her friend, looking at the fight that was happening in the space between her and her friends. She couldn't risk them getting hurt. She stepped closer to the wolves, as their movements gained pace. She didn't reach far before it happened.

Elize fell down to the floor, clutching her chest. Pain spread through her body, fiercer than the impact on her shoulder. She took her hands off her chest and looked at it, shocked. Both her hands were covered by blood. Before she could comprehend how it happened, another gash opened on her thigh.

She screamed in pain as more and more wounds kept appearing on her body. She was bleeding too fast.
Within minutes she felt the room spinning around her. Elize swayed slightly as she tried to keep her balance by holding on to the wall while sitting.

"Now!" She heard Agatha shout from the distance.

Elize looked towards the fighting wolves.
It was a blur of movements. Her eyes could not get adjusted to the pace of the wolves. To a human, it would have looked like a gray and brown spin of lights. And it looked the same to a witch's eyes. Elize felt vulnerable and desperate at that moment.

Never did she experience such agonizing pain, except for when her wolf was trying to claw itself out of her body. Her breath was now coming out more strained.

She looked towards where Irina and Agatha were standing. They were chanting something while holding hands. Elize smiled. No wonder she was healing so fast. They kept her from bleeding out.

Turning back weakly towards the fighting wolves, she felt a tear slide down her right cheek. She had to stop the fight before something happened to her, in which instance the wolves, she knew, would tear each other apart. Her friends won't be able to hold on for long. They were using quite a lot of energy to keep healing her.

With bloodied hands, she reached forward, crawling ever so slightly towards the blur.

"Alex, please," She croaked, warm liquid pouring out from her eyes and blurring her vision further.

Nobody heard her. She could hear growls and barks from the swirl in front of her. Elize lied down on the floor, not able to stand up anymore. A fresh wound opened on her stomach. She cried out in pain, the sound coming out like a squeak.

Her eyes were becoming too heavy for her to keep them open. But she fought to stay awake. She didn't want to hurt them by using magic. She wished someone would help her.
Suddenly she heard a voice in her head. A familiar one at that.

'I'm here.'

"Who's there?" Elize croaked.

'I'm the spirit of Ruah Yareach. You called me.'

The figure of a woman materialized in front of her. Her blond wavy hair was now tied up in a bun on top of her head. Kind blue-gray eyes gazed at her with love. Elize recognized her from weeks ago. The woman who she thought resembled her dead grandmother.