She Belongs To The Devil

"Go to hell!" Nigel threw that head as far as he could.

He ordered all the werewolves to hold those vampires down and help their fellow injured werewolves.

And then he swiftly reverted back to his human form. His thin layer of cloth had already tattered, it was barely hanging on his body. He was covered in wounds, bite marks, blood, and dirt.

His mouth had the fresh tint of vampire blood smeared all over.

"Wulfric!" he jumped to his brother's side and called out his name. "Wulfric! Please hold on. The High Priestess is working on you. You will be fine."

However, Tabitha thought otherwise. She was trying to heal Wulfric but even to her, treating Wulfric became a race against time and death. He had several of his internal organs missing or ruptured, not to mention a piece of his backbone as well.

Tabitha was not someone to give false hopes to others. So she bluntly said to Nigel, "Your Highness, I cannot heal him in time. Do you have the pill that Adeline gave you?"

"Oh, yes. I do." Nigel looked down to check the pocket of his cloth where he had kept three of the remaining pills.

However, to his utter dismay, his cloth didn't have a pocket anymore. The pocket was torn and the pills had disappeared.

Nigel held his head in panic. "I must have dropped it somewhere." He hastily got up on his feet while saying, "I will look for it. It should be somewhere here."

But Tabitha was not convinced by that plan of Nigel. "Maybe Wulfric has his own," she had seen Nigel giving a pill to both of his brothers. So she searched the pocket of Wulfric, only to get disappointed.

She was now sure that Wulfric would die before she would be able to close his wounds.

That was when she noticed the cross sign flinging on Nigel's neck. She recalled what Theodore had said to Nigel yesterday night. So she instantly shouted, "Nigel! Call Theodore!"

Nigel swiftly came to a halt upon hearing those words. A sliver of hope ran in his eyes. He wasted no time grabbing that pendant and kissing it.

"Theodore, please come fast," he nervously clenched his hands together and looked around him in the hope that Theodore would appear soon.

Thankfully, just like he had promised, Theodore materialized out of thin air and stood in front of Nigel. "Nigel, is everyth–"

Before Theodore could complete his question, Nigel pointed toward Wulfric and asked, "Please heal him."

Theodore turned around to see the white wolf who was on the brink of death. Thankfully, he was prepared for situations like these. He instantly took out the healing pill from his pouch and knelt beside Wulfric.

Tabitha was already holding Wulfric's mouth open without caring if his sharp fangs grazed her.

Theodore immediately popped the pill inside Wulfric's mouth and made him swallow it.

The pill had already started to work the moment it touched Wulfric's mouth. And he started to count in his heart, "One… two…"

Nigel also staggeringly walked towards Wulfric and stood behind Theodore.

The healing process was so mind-blowing that all of them could see the internal organs, the flesh, and the fur regenerating and the hole closing gradually.

"Three… four… and five."

And when Theodore finished counting, the hole, as well as the smallest bruises on Wulfric's body, had already healed.

The wolf who was sitting on the fence between life and death was now in his greatest health. He glanced at Theodore with appreciative eyes and reverted back to his human form.

"How are you feeling?" Theodore asked Wulfric.

Wulfric smiled and replied, "Brand new. Thank you for saving me."

Theodore smiled and patted Wulfric's shoulder.

All this while, Nigel had been forcefully holding himself upright just so he could see his brother heal. He instantly dropped down to his knees and began to cry after seeing his brother alive and well.

Wulfric sat up and went close to Nigel by dragging himself on his knees. "Brother…" he whispered in a sad voice and hugged Nigel. "I'm so sorry for making you worry about me."

But instead of hugging back his brother, Nigel pushed Wulfric back and gave a tight slap on the latter's cheek, surprising both Theodore and Tabitha who were watching those two brothers' heart-warming hug.

"Who told you to be so reckless? Do you know how terrified I was? Seeing your see-through body?" Nigel scolded Wulfric while wiping his tears.

Wulfric pouted and grumpily replied, "You would have died if I had not been so reckless."

"I know!" Nigel shouted again and pulled Wulfric to give him a tight hug. "I know! But that doesn't give you the right to throw away your life for me!"

Wulfric hugged back his brother and replied with a smile, "Why would I die for you? I was just trying to bite off that vampire's arm but I miscalculated. And I have yet to become the King. I cannot let that fool Fenris sit on the throne."

Nigel burst into a chuckle upon hearing that. He pulled away from the hug and gave a flick on Wulfric's forehead, "You are such an arsehole!"

"I know," Wulfric flashed an innocent smile.

Nigel looked down at Wulfric's stomach. And he poked through the hole in Wulfric's cloth to make sure that he wasn't just dreaming about Wulfric getting healed.

"Hey!" Wulfric grabbed Nigel's hand and giggled.

Nigel sighed in relief. But he was concerned upon seeing his brother's cloth, not that his own cloth was any better than his.

But still, he was worried because Wulfric's cloth wasn't doing a decent job at covering him.

There were countless holes and tears on his cloth signifying that he had a lot of other wounds apart from that major one.

How could he be unscathed when he had fought and killed 16 vampires by the time he arrived just in time to save Nigel from getting killed?

And Nigel kept thinking just how many times did his brother nearly escape death?

Nigel looked in front of him. Tabitha was nowhere to be seen but Theodore was still standing a little further away from them.

Theodore was looking around the battlefield and was analyzing the situation when he heard Nigel asking, "Theodore, will you take Wulfric and Fenris back to Aberdeen?"