"Where is Ella?" Will was rigid in his seat, whereas the witch was perfectly comfortable, leaning back in the twisted oak with an amused smile on her face.
"Ella, the princess of your heart, lives now in a world unlike any you've ever seen," the witch said, conjuring up a beautiful image of Ella running through a forest, dodging tree branches and laughing gayly.
"How did she get there?" Will demanded, gripping the arm rests of the chair with a vengance. "What happened to her?"
The witch smirked at him and waved her hand through the image, dismissing it. Instead, she called up an image of a darkened road in the midst of a rainy night. "She was driving away, angered by the secrets," she drawled, and there was the image of Ella's white Prius speeding down the slick roads. "There came out another car, heading straight for her." A car appeared out of the mist, glinting in the light of Ella's headlights. It was heading straight for Ella, and Will saw her eyes widen.
"What happened then?" he asked, but he had the terrible feeling he already knew.
"Ella swerved to avoid the car, and her car began to roll over, metal crunching everywhere. Her car eventually stopped, the metal twisted and mangled," the witch said, and the image of Ella's mangled Prius appeared, horrifying Will. "Inside the car, Ella's mangled body lay, life draining away from her by the second. Her last thought was of her true love."
Will growled lowly when he remembered what Ella had told him, but tears still dewed on his eyelashes, threatening to pour down his cheeks.
Inside the witch's cupped hands was the most horrible sight for Will to see: Ella's mangled body, sprawled out across the seat which was slowly being stained by her blood. A single, small breath left her damaged frame, and Will shut his eyes tightly, swiping his hand through the still picture of Ella's petite form.
"Stop!" he roared, and he doubled over, holding his hands to his face. "I don't want to see her death."
The witch cackled, and Will's claws emerged as he glared up at her, his eyes darkening with rage and his emerging beast. His fangs jutted over his lips, but the witch only waved her hand in front of his face, dismissing his inner beast. "It's not her death. You didn't let me finish."
"THEN FINISH!!!" Will shouted, and the witch pursed her full lips.
"Perhaps I will, if you're more polite," she declared calmly, and Will sat back down, placing his hands in his lap and apologizing for his rudeness. "As I was saying, Ella lay in her car, life slowly draining away from her. The woman in the other car realized what had happened and finally succeeded in stopping her car beside the mangled wreckage. She climbed out and pulled Ella out of the wreck. She dialed a number and declared an emergency. Troops were dispatched and after a few minutes, Ella's body was carefully loaded into an amublance."
The images played out in the witch's cupped hands, and Will sighed in relief, collapsing against the back of his chair.
"So she's all right?" he asked, and the witch smiled, displaying a perfect set of pearly white teeth.
"I didn't say that," she drawled, but she dismissed the images, packing up her things. "I only said that they took her to a hospital."
Will grabbed her hand and she glanced up at his snarling face. "Where do you think you're going?" he growled, and she yanked her wrist out of his iron grasp.
"That is all I can tell you," she declared calmly, and she continued to pack her stuff up. "You must find out the rest of the story on your own."
"Can you at least tell me who took her?" Will asked desperately, worried about his lovely mate. "Who has her?"
"I cannot," the witch said, and she bowed her head before disappearing in a shower of dark sparkles.
Will growled and slammed his fist down on the table the witch had used, cracking it in half. He roared in agony and collapsed into a sobbing heap on the floor, his head pressed against the backs of his hands which were pressed against the concrete floor.
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"Is she doing okay?"
"She's stable, but I don't know if she's going to make it. We might need to do a blood transplant."
"You can't mean -!"
"Unfortunately, I do."
"But how do we know that she's strong enough to survive the transplant?"
"We don't."
"It's her best chance, Talia."
"Fine. I just don't like the idea of having to sacrifice two lives when she might not even survive the process."
"I know, Talia. Believe me, I know. I just her to make it. This is her best shot at actually making it through this."
"Who volunteered, Alec?"
"We haven't had any volunteers yet."
"Well, find someone, and find someone quickly! We're losing her!"
"I'll do it. I want to help."
"Are you sure, Preston? I mean, this could kill you!"
"I'm sure, Talia. I know who she's mated to and it's imperative that she returns to him. This is her best chance at survival and we can't mess that up."
"All right. Hook Preston up to the machine, Alec. Get her hooked up to the machine as well, Maria."
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Breathe (Mates Saga #1) *Wattys2015*
Werewolf(First in the Mates Saga series) Will Vale is the Alpha of the Crescent Blue Moon Pack, but he'd rather be anywhere else. He's just tired of it, but he knows that he's got to make that one last visit to a neighboring pack, attend that one last meeti...
