Protection

(Wilder's POV)

My heartbeat accelerated, faster and faster, with every passing seconds as I carried my wife up in my arms, and teleported her to Hershel's workshop.

"HERSHEL!!!!! HERSHEL!!!!!!! WHERE IS HERSHEL?" I shouted at the top of my voice, laying Blue on a small bed in Hershel's inner room.

I felt fear, I could taste my own fear. Blue said her fire wasn't working, that she could not produce her flames, and the only time Blue said her flames were no longer working, it was because she was poisoned, and was close to the door of death.

So is that what is happening? Has she been poisoned again?? No, no, no please.

"GET ME HERSHEL!" I growled, my voice bouncing off the walls and making Hershel's students all scared.

They all ran out of the workshop with speed, and I rushed back to Blue in the inner room.

"How are you? How... how are you feeling." I whispered softly, holding onto her hand in fear.

Blue gazed at me with fear in her eyes, "I am fine, Wilder. But... you don't thin