Chapter 5: Please, Don't Die.

JASPER

“As much as I want to," I replied, "a treaty has been signed.”

My wolf snarled in response but didn’t say anything else.

Speaking of Dora, I noticed that she had changed into jeans and a black sweater and was looking slightly better than last time.

Still, she looked like a walking pile of pitiful bones as she retrieved a small bag from a corner underneath her bed. 

I watched her open it, and when she poured the contents into her hand, I was surprised to see it was a pendant with a large ruby stone attached to it.

I wondered. Why would Dora have something so expensive? 

I watched her clutch it tightly before holding it to her chest like it was a long, lost cherished item. 

Seeing as this was a private moment for her, I quietly left the cell and went to stand with Angel.

Shortly after, Dora came out of her cell, hugging a tiny bag to herself.

“That's all you got?” I asked, concerned, and she looked away before shrugging in response.

“Shall we?” Angel asked, and I blinked back to reality.

“Yes, of course.” I smiled and made sure the women went first. 

Then we came out of the basement, and I had one of my men help Dora carry her things. 

Dora suddenly stiffened, and when I looked at her, I found her face plastered in fear. 

Following her gaze, I discovered her father and brother were glaring at her.

Can’t they just let her catch a break?

Angered, I stepped forward and blocked her view from them while throwing them my own worst glare. 

“It’s okay.” I whispered to her. “They’re mad cause they can’t hurt you anymore.”

Dora bowed politely before moving forward, and I kept her shielded until we left the house. 

When we got to my car, which was a limousine, one of my men opened the door for her, but she stopped again and turned around.

In the distance, I saw her family standing in the distance, watching her. 

Assuming that they were using the mindlink to bully her, I stepped in front of Dora, blocking her view. 

She raised her eyes to meet mine. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Are they bothering you?”

She hesitated, but then she shook her head before turning to the car.

When I offered her my hand so she could get in, Dora stared at it for a moment before slowly putting her bony hand in mine. 

The moment we touched, faint sparks thrummed through my fingers, travelling up my hand, but then it faded into nothing. 

Stunned, I looked at Dora to see if she felt it, too, but she simply sat in the car and withdrew her hand from me.

There was no hint of recognition on her end, and that puzzled me.

Why wasn’t she feeling what I was feeling? Was it all in my head?

I closed the car door gently and went around the other end to get in while Angel sat opposite us and was working on her tablet. 

Soon, the car began to move, and I watched Dora look out the window till we were out of the pack area.

I pulled out my phone to answer a few emails, and by the time I looked at her again, Dora had fallen asleep with her face pressed to the window. 

I stared at her for a moment, noticing how beautiful she was despite looking extremely exhausted and hurt. 

Then suddenly, something occured to me and I perked my ears to listen well. 

To my horror, Dora’s heartbeat had reduced drastically and when I touched her skin, it felt cold to the touch.

“Angel!” I called, drawing Dora from the window towards myself. Her head hung and bobbed softly as I drew her body upright and laid her back against the sofa. 

Angel rushed to her other side and when she peeled one eye open, we were shocked to see that her eyes had become lilac in color. 

“What’s happening?” I asked. 

Angel looked at it with fear in her eyes. “Seems her wolf won’t be able to make it.”

I ran a hand through my hair, frustrated and thinking up solutions. 

“She needs a blood tranfusion.” Lupus piped up. “You have to let me take over while Angel draws our blood into her.

I relayed the information to Angel. 

“That could possibly work.” She said, rushing to her medical kit and fishing out a transfusion pipe. 

After an order to the driver to stop, I channeled my wolf while Angel pierced my veins and linked the other end of the pipe to Dora’s vein. 

Once that was done, the vehicles moved again while I watched my blood flow into Dora’s body. I looked at her gaunt face that had turned pale already. 

“Please, don’t die on me.” I whispered, “not when I just found you.”

I stayed as still as possible, watching her frail body move as she breathed in and out. I couldn’t help but wonder,was there another reason why she was mistreated by her family? 

Considering what she said about her mother, I didn’t think she did anything worthy of death or this much hatred, so why?

Why did her father say he spared her out of mercy? Why was he later so eager to let her go knowing he might never see her again?