Third Person POV
Nicolette was still shivering violently in Malcom's arms, more than usual. Malcom was terrified for his mate. He didn't know how much more she could take of the black magic in her.
She wouldn't stop mumbling about the visions that the black magic showed her. She mumbled words that were out I to her head and the surroundings around her.
Malcom listened to her quiet mumbling, trying to pick out bits and pieces of the clouded words she said. He had never felt so helpless. It felt like he was watching his mother get beat. He beat himself up knowing he should have there, aware that she had left.
Nicolette was slipping in and out of consciousness but she didn't know it. She only saw the flashes in front of her. She couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't. She knew she had to call out for help in some way but her body was not hers.
Her wolf and demon couldn't control the black magic taking over their witch's body. No power of hers could push out the evil invading her brain, her thoughts, the private information she would never let anyone know. It was knocking down the invisible wall she put up and soaked up her secrets to use against her.
Malcom watched her eyes roll back into her head and her body went limp, "Shit, not now Nicolette you have to stay with me." He wiggles her head a bit, trying to get her to wake up.
She was exhausted, her body fought the magic back but it kept pushing until all of her was pushing into a locked cage. The black magic was in full control of her body and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
Her eyes opened again but her familiar jade eyes didn't greet Malcom. They were pitch black, with no sign of life in them. No sign of Nicolette's familiar fights that always glared in her eyes.
"5 more days until your Luna dies. 5 more days to prepare for something you can not stop. Make them count," a monotonous voice boomed out of Nicolette's body. Then, the black magic left her body, almost taking her life with it.
Malcom watched her body in dismay. Her breathing was becoming light and her heart rate started to slow down. He watched closely to see if there was any sign that Nicolette would wake up.
"Doctor Lauren I need you in the hospital right now in the royal wing. I'm bringing Nicolette in," Malcom ordered through the mind link. He picked her up and let out a grunt as he pulled her up off the ground.
"You sure as hell be prepared to protect her because she almost gave her life to heal you to protect this pack so you better train your asses off," he threatened them before rushing out.
He'd never felt this feeling before. The feeling of fear rushed through every corner of his body. When watching his mom get beat, he was filled with fear but never fear. He had never felt the anxiety of the thought of losing someone so dear to him.
"I told you I can't die easily," Nicolette rasped, frightening Malcom in the process. She gasped for air as her whole body still continued to hurt. "The guards?"
"I didn't have time to check if they're healed before rushing you to the hospital. Doctor Lauren is going to take care of you," Malcom explainer still running towards the pack hospital. Nicolette shook her head, her body still in pain, and tried to escape from Malcom's strong grasp.
"No," she choked out, still trying to wriggle her way from Malcom's arms. "Don't bring me there, I'm fine." Malcom rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around her tighter.
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