Virgin Sacrifice to the Last Lycan - Chapter 48: Chapter 48

Helen POV
The sight had spun out of control quicker than I could wake up. Justin was tearing into Geoffrey, the vampire struggling to hold his own in the fight against a full Lycan.
His claws were sharpened to their longest point. He wasn’t going let this vampire walk away from a fight with a slight wound. He was charging to kill something already dead by most standards, something that doesn’t bleed or feel pain.
Whatever caused this fight didn’t matter to me. Justin couldn’t get hurt in it.
I pushed myself off the bed, trying to shift into my Snow White wolf but I fell to the ground, the metal collar smaller against my wolf’s throat than it is on my mortal form’s neck. I coughed to breathe, pulling on the metal collar in angst.
The metal beeped once, and I yanked at it harder, frustration consuming me all over.
“Ouch!”
I screamed, a harsh point stabbing the back of my neck and pricking through my surface. I could feel blood trailing down the ridges of my spine, pooling into the jacket fabric I had woken up in.
“Justin,” I panted, their fight still pressing forward until my head hit the ground.
My Lycan mate turned, stunned, the vampire doing the same while he tipped his nose into the air.
“Blood?” Geoffrey said. “And—and poison?”
“The collar, dammit!”
Justin shifted as he fell to the floor, his claws still out as they swiped to break the collar off of my throat. He picked up one of the pieces, holding it to the light to expose a small, bloody needle head.
“Oh no, Helen,” he said, panic clear in his black eyes. “It went off.”
“What are you talking about? What is that thing?” Geoffrey said, eyeing the needle. “Tell me!”
“Wolfsbane,” I answered simply, feeling the effects already begin to shut down my body.
[Hurts. Really hurts.]
I reached forward through the air, wanting to find Joy and relax us both, but I had already gone delirious with the poison. It was spreading like wildfires in the forest of my body. If it hits my heart, I’ll die instantly, and it wouldn’t take much longer for that to happen.
I stared up at my mate, pressing my hand to his cheek. “My only mate. My Lycan. I love you.”
I never said that to him before, and I was sure I should have said it long ago, but now is better than never. I wouldn’t have much time left anyways.
“You’re not dying,” Justin snapped.
My eyelids fell shut in rebuttal to that claim.
Ice cold hands shoved me onto my side. “Fuck!”
I was surprised to hear Geoffrey so upset, let alone feel his fangs find the back of my neck and puncture down. I laid still for a long, pained moment, the death of wolfsbane spreading into my blood stream but something else was pulling my attention now.
My blood was in reverse, moving toward the fangs in my neck, and I flinched, like I had been stabbed and was bleeding out naturally on the floor from my wounds. Geoffrey was pulling for my blood, drinking the poisoned toxins out of my system along with a lot of my crimson life source.
“Don’t drink too much,” Justin panted, his hands cradling my face off the floor, moving my hair off of my neck to give the vampire better access.
At last the fangs left and the ecstasy that overwhelmed me earlier from his venom had returned, but it was suppressed mostly by the wolfsbane lingering in my system. I couldn’t move now, stunned and near death.
“That should be enough for her to survive but—”
A hard body hit the floor, my eyes peering open enough to see Justin’s Lycan standing over my body, his claws griping the white haired head of Geoffrey. His body hit the floor, detached from the neck, and the sight was enough to make me want to throw up.
My head hit the floor instead, the weariness making me sleepy.
“Why—” I breathed, unable to say much else.
Justin yanked me off the floor, his Lycan still gripping the reigns for now. He laid me in bed, his claws dragging down the jacket I’m wearing, popping off the buttons to expose me to his dangerous, narrow eyes.
“Justin.” I reached for the Lycan, his claws grabbing my wrist. He brought it to his snout to inhale, something so worrisome of that notion. Justin was too far gone into his Lycan to respond. “Justin, come back. Please. I need you.”
His Lycan snapped into the air like a furious alligator would approach a prey.
“I’m going to pass out,” I said, trying to tame my ragged breath but even if Geoffrey had sucked out all the wolfsbane, it had already wilted my wolf. “Joy, please—”
I begged aloud for my wolf, finding nothing but dreary darkness in response.
The worst part of coming close to death wasn’t the pain it caused me, or the pain that sent my mate into his Lycan form without a hint of his mortality showing, it was that Scott and Juden were serious.
That collar wasn’t a scare tactic. It was real poison, meant to really end my life.
I tried to digest that factor, only catching a glimpse of the Last Lycan storming out of the bedroom. Glass broke and wind filled the entire suite in response.
When I thought I heard his snarl nearby, I straightened up just enough to hear it wasn’t a growl. It was a human’s scream. I forced my weak body from bed, crawling to the window nearby and looking through the split, broken glass to the forty-floor fall below.
He couldn’t possibly have survived that jump!
At least… I don’t think he could.
The mortal screams continued and I leaned on the wall to sit up, watching my Lycan, The Devil as his father coined him, run rampant on the helpless world below.
There’s no calming him down now.