Falling into the White (The Ancients Series) (32 page)

“Nooo!” I screamed out. Evan and Antoine both startled by the outcry, turned to see what was going on, and then quickly went back on alert for battle. The clanging sound on metal started again, just behind me. My heart was beating a thousand miles a minute as I tried to figure out what the hell was happening. “Please, help Mikael!” I whispered through my tears.

“Jess?” It was Asriel’s voice, and it was coming from behind my head, Mikael’s head, where I kept hearing the clanking of metal.

“Asi? Please, he’s not… I don’t feel him in here. You have to get him out.”

“I’m doing my best, Jess.”

“You’re too late. He’ll be gone before you get that cage open, and then we’ll see if you survive that bond of yours being severed.” Antoine’s cruel voice washed over me in sickening waves.

“You would kill your own son to stay in power?” I spoke out loud, using Mikael’s voice.

Antoine grabbed a metal pole that was sitting on the ground, as he ducked another hit from Evan. “I wonder, if I kill him now, while you’re there, if it won’t go ahead and finish the job quicker.” He threw the pole then. Evan dove for his father’s mid-section taking him down to the ground with a terrible thud, but it was too late, the pole was already flying for Mikael’s body, the body I was currently occupying. I couldn’t watch. The world was moving in slow motion, everything except me, because I wasn’t moving at all. I tried desperately to get Mikael to collapse the rest of the way down to the floor, but it was no use. So, I closed my eyes, not wanting to see the end for either of us.

A thudding impact hit the front of the cage, and I heard Asi sigh in relief. “Son of a bitch! That was close!”

I opened one eye, then the other and saw a large beast of man with blond hair leaning against the cage, trying to breathe again after the wind had been knocked out of him. “Avery?” I questioned.

“Yeah, man. It’s me. Jess passed out or something in the truck on the way here. I figured help might be needed here sooner rather than later. I shifted and ran the rest of the way. The cars are having to go around their asses to get here, because the road winds around the lumber mill out there. I took the short cut.”

Evan had shifted at some point, and his teeth were gnashing towards Antoine’s throat. That much I could see. He was almost there, Antoine doing a good job of holding him off, and then the scales tipped. Antoine’s strength ebbed, and Evan was there, ripping his throat out the same way Antoine had killed Jack. There was more loud metal clanging behind me. “Help me out here, Avery.” Asi called out.

“Hurry, his heart’s going really slow.” Despite the fact that my own personal adrenaline was pumping like crazy, my anxiety was through the roof from being trapped in a cage again, and I had just watched Antoine De’ Lune ripped apart by his own son, it had no effect whatsoever on Mikael’s vital signs.

“What the hell?” Avery yelped when he realized it wasn’t Mikael speaking even though it had been his voice.

“It’s me, Jess. This is why I passed out. I was trying to hop into a vision, and I guess I concentrated too hard and ended up in Mikael since he was unconscious.” I sighed, “I’m not sure how it works, just hurry. I can’t help him, and I don’t know what they did to him.”

“That’s so freaking creepy.” Avery said as he grabbed something from behind me and joined Asi in trying to get the cage opened up.

“He must have gotten the bright idea to reinforce the steel, because the damn thing isn’t budging.” Asi yelled.

I looked up and saw a hook dangling from the ceiling as Mikael’s body slouched further down with the impacts on the cage. “Is that?” I started, and I tried to see where the damn hook attached. “Is that a hook, like from a crane or something?”

“Yeah, it is.” Asi said as he glanced back down at the cage and started working at it again.

“There’s no bottom to the cage,” I said, still staring at the hook that was dangling like a jewel from the ceiling.

“Yeah, we can see that Jess.”

“There’s no bottom, Asi, but there’s a hook up there. Lift the God damn cage off of us.” The ferocity of my order finally got everyone’s attention, and they started looking around.

Avery went to turn the wench on to bring the hook down, but it didn’t work. The sun was going down, and it was starting to get dimmer in the building too. “There’s no electric right now. I bet the crew’s been working on generators and they take them when they leave.”

“Can we not catch a break today?” Asi screamed out in frustration. “Where are all the guys you were coming here with?”

“Right here.” I heard my dad call out, and then I saw him from the corner of Mikael’s eye. He had my body in his arms. I was limp as he carried me, as if I were dead. It was not an easy thing to see. “I couldn’t wake her, and I didn’t want to leave her. Please, tell me you have things secure in here?” He looked over to the place where I knew Evan had killed his father, but I couldn’t see that anymore from the angle Mikael’s body had fallen.

“Dad?” I questioned.

“He’s gone son,” My father responded to Mikael with the slightest bit of sympathy in his voice. I knew what my dad would say, ‘the boy couldn’t help who his father was.’

“No, dad, it’s me. I need you to get the guys to lift this cage off of us. Mikael’s not doing well.”

My father blanched. That probably wasn’t the right word for it. He turned white and then a horrible shade of green began to settle in too. He looked from my body to Mikael’s and passed me off to one of the guys who had walked in behind him. He nearly ran over to the corner and started throwing up whatever had been on his stomach.

“Gross,” I managed to eke out, but I wasn’t feeling so hot myself now. “Get THIS CAGE OFF!” I yelled with my last bit of strength, and then everything was fading, like it always did when I was in a vision. My fingertips started tingling, and the world grayed out. The next thing I knew I felt strong arms wrapped around me, holding me up against a sturdy chest. It didn’t smell at all familiar to me, and as I opened my eyes, I realized why. It was the man my father had passed my body off to. He was one of Avery’s wolves. I cleared my throat, “can you put me down, please?”

The poor guy was startled out of his mind and nearly dropped me. I turned in time to see Asriel laughing at me as Avery was directing his men to get one either side of the cage. Some were going to try pulling it over from one side while the others were going to attempt to tip it up. “Be careful, the metal’s been treated, and this shit burns.” I went over to add my strength in the mix. Some of the guys were wrapping their shirts around their hands to protect them. I didn’t bother. I’d been burned by this stuff before. It was going to hurt like hell, but my grip was more important than trying to avoid a little pain. It took us another five minutes to finally get the cage to lift and tip backwards. Then I was down, feeling for a pulse on Mikael’s body. I couldn’t find one. “Damn it, why didn’t we bring Ashley along?” I finally felt a pulse, but it was weak, barely there. I leaned over to whisper in his ear, “you need to come back to me now.”

“There are some long purple bell looking flowers over here.” Evan spoke up in a shaky voice from over where I had seen the witch making her concoctions earlier.

“Wolf’s bane?” I asked.

“No, this is different,” Evan said, and held the long stemmed plant up.

“Foxglove. It’s foxglove, Digitoxin poisoning slows the heartbeat,” one of Avery’s men offered up.

“Someone call Ashley. I need to know what to do.” Asi was on the phone before I leaned back down. “Come on, you have to fight this shit!” I begged him as I put my head down on his chest to listen to his faint heartbeat. It was going so slow, and for a wolf, that just wasn’t normal. Usually our hearts beat faster than average, and our temperatures were raised. He already felt colder than he should. I was certain the concrete floor wouldn’t help with that, so I did the only thing I knew to do, I curled up as tightly to him as I could. “Asi? What does she say, because he feels cold, and his heart is so slow?”

“She said something about needing to pump his stomach, activated charcoal. We have to get as much of the poison to come out as possible.”

“Where the hell do we get that? We don’t have time to get him to the hospital and they’d never understand his vitals when they come back.” I said.

“Is there an emergency kit around here? Some work crews leave them, maybe he even had one here just in case. I mean, this place is going to be for holding animals right?”

Everyone spread out and started looking around the building. I just stayed there plastered to Mikael’s body, trying to keep him warm. I ran my fingers through his hair, and kept whispering to him, “please, don’t leave me. Please, come back.” There was some shouting off in a far corner of the building, but I had tuned everything else out. “Please, Mikael, I need you. I love you. Don’t you give up on me.”

“Jess,” it was Evan, with his hand on my shoulder. “I need you to move out of the way, sweetheart. We found what we need, and this is going to get messy.”

I hadn’t even realized I had started crying at some point. “Evan…” his name stretched on in an appeal I couldn’t even get out all the way.

“I know, just stand back. We’ll fix him up.” There was a trace of hurt in his eyes, but he shifted, and started moving to get behind Mikael and hold him up. My father came and took me in his arms, his hand petting through my hair as he spoke soft, encouraging words to me. I couldn’t even tell anyone what those words were. I wasn’t hearing anything.

“Come on, brother.” Evan’s demanding voice made me look up in time to see Avery sticking a long plastic tube in Mikael’s mouth, and he was pouring a small bottle of something into the other end, funneling it down. When the entire bottle had been tossed up and thrown aside, I looked away again, burying my head in my dad’s chest.

“Don’t let him die. Please, don’t let him die.” It was my mantra, and I wasn’t sure if I was saying it out loud or just in my head, or a mixture of both. It was just on instant repeat. Time stood still, in truth, it felt like time was going backwards for me now. Then, I heard a gagging, choking sound, and someone was getting sick. My father tensed his arms around me as he looked over my head, watching what was happening. I wasn’t sure I wanted to turn and see, but I had to know.

When I finally twisted around to look, it was in time to see Mikael leaning back into Evan’s arms. He looked like shit, but he was moving, and breathing, and looking right at me. I took off, pushing my dad’s arms away, and slid across the floor to where Mikael was being cradled in his brother’s arms still. When I got there he tried to talk, but his throat was raw and scratchy, so it sounded awful. “You were here.”

“I was here, with you,” I whispered to him, as I rubbed my fingers across his cheeks, making sure his temperature was coming back up.

“Yeah, she was actually in you for a while, and let me tell you what kind of a creep-fest that was.” Evan was chuckling as he said it, and Mikael looked puzzled.

“It’s a long story, we’ll fill you in later.” I moved to get closer, but Mikael suddenly looked alarmed, and then pushed me away with a wobbly hand as he leaned back over and started throwing up some more.

“That’s right, brother, always the charmer with the women!” Evan was teasing him again, and caught Mikael’s elbow in his gut for his efforts. “Hey, now, is that any way to treat your brother?”

Mikael growled in response, in between gut-wrenching dry heaves. I felt for him. It could have been much worse though. I had been kneeling beside Mikael, and finally just gave up, and fell back on my ass. I was exhausted. I wasn’t sure what kind of energy it had sucked out of my to do the mind meld thing I had with Mikael while he’d been unconscious, but it was taking its toll on me now. I felt sick to my stomach too, but for entirely different reasons. For one, I wanted to be out of this room and away from that damn cage. It was taunting me, even on its side the way it was. I felt like it would snap its iron jaws down shut on us at any moment.

“Jess? Are you okay?” Evan was asking me, having probably seen the moment of sheer panic cross my face.

“I’d really like to get far away from that thing.” I said, nodding in the direction of the cage. My dad was there then, helping me up. I didn’t want to be separated from Mikael though.

“I’m bringing him right behind you, Jess. Go with your dad.” Evan assured me he’d bring Mikael right out, so I nodded to him and let my dad pull me away. He tucked me into the center seat of his truck, where I had been on the way here. I sat there, shivering for a minute until my body temperature regulated itself. It wasn’t really cold outside, I just apparently had a few unresolved issues with being caged and seeing people I loved almost dying. I looked up in time to see the passenger side door opening. Evan was helping get Mikael in the truck, and he handed us a plastic bucket that had been at the construction site.

“Just in case,” he added. “We’ll see you back at the house in a few.” Evan looked past Mikael then, at me, “I don’t think anyone could doubt your love for my brother.” There was that twinge of sadness in his voice again, but also of pride, and something else. “After what happened to you, enduring that time in the cage…” he just shook his head slowly, then turned his attention back to Mikael. “You’re one lucky bastard. I hope you know that.”

Mikael nodded, then looked at me, and whispered hoarsely, “I do.”

~*~

Mikael and I had a week to recuperate. The first two days, everyone insisted that we stay in my parents’ house on the pack’s lands so we could be looked after. On the third day, Mikael insisted that we stay at his house, because both of us were tired of the constant fluttering of people in and out to check on us.

I thoroughly enjoyed the peace and quiet being away from the pack lands afforded us. I was thankful that so many people cared, but I needed some rest, and it wasn’t happening there with so many visitors. Ashley and Asi stopped by, but I didn’t mind that so much. The Reynolds family held a human style funeral for Jack, and we all went to that, but I couldn’t help thinking it was a somber, awful ceremony in comparison to our sending off at the lake. It’s what his family wanted though, and I understood them needing to stick to their own traditions.