His Soldier {Boy x Boy}

Chapter XXVIII

I winced as she collapsed on the ground, sobbing as she pushed herself to stand and keep at it.

Sage had it mostly easy. He was forced to do our usual training for the first two hours. Light radiated from every inch of his body, and the witches kept giving him potions. Then after those two hours, he had to spend the rest of the time dancing. It was a way to stretch out his muscles again, eventually becoming somewhat fluid as his wobbly movements would allow.

Kell didn't do much, she was just lying on the ground, crying in silence as she was in a hyperrealistic simulation as well. I had to stop myself from going towards her as she grimaced in pain.

Before I could spot Denton, the clear box I was in turned back to its original form. An infinite black box of mazes with dangers lurking behind every dead end. This was the third one I had to go through today, the first one took the longest as I had to learn to rely on all but senses of sight. It was difficult, especially since most of the dangers would leave you a hair widths away from certain death.

Another hour passed and the box went transparent once more as I reached the end of the maze. Everyone was in various stages of resting and talking through the results of their training, but I was more concerned with Denton. When I spotted him, it wasn't a scene I wanted to see. He had shifted to his large wolf, barely moving as signs of explosions littered the ground underneath him.

A few mages were crouched around him, another one rushing up whilst carrying a tub of clear liquid I assumed to be water. When I leaned forward to try and hear their words, the glass box disappeared again and fell to my forward from the lack of support.

"Denny!" My legs were a bit shaky from the injuries I sustained both overseas and the strange box, but I had enough energy to bring them to move me closer to the unmoving canine.

"Please stand back, he lost control several times bef-" I didn't wait for the mage to finish, kneeling down next to his massive head.

"Denny," At that moment, I saw his missing arm/leg was replaced by a metal appendage. It was in the exact shape as is wolf leg before the accident, a few leather straps with strange runes on it held it securely to his body. However, they seemed unnecessary with how flush the new leg looked on his stubby arm.

One second I was looking at his new limb, and in the next, I was pressed into the ground with a pair of solid black eyes pinning me under the weight of an angry beast.

I could feel my shock and surprise settle whilst panic flooded within the mages around me. Faintly, I heard the voice of Kell and Sage, feeling the stares of the rest of my squad.

"D-Denton?" I stared back with an unsure look, knowing it was Denton's demon dog in control. I rarely got to see this part of him, therefore having no knowledge in how to control the situation.

The great beast growled softly, his dry nose pressing against my neck. How was I supposed to react? At this vulnerable position, any wrong move could finally let me meet death rather than brush shoulders with him. When I turned my gaze away, his growls would intensify and would only calm down a bit when I would look back.

That's when it clicked.

He wasn't angry. If anything, he was scared and tired and in pain.

To test this theory out, I carefully and slowly moved my pinned arms from under his fur to gently rub his neck against his jaw. It was a movement that usually calmed him down when we were younger.

His growls turned to vague whimpers, his eyes melting from their solid black to an exhausted pair of pale and empty green eyes. All at once, Denton's body weight fell into of me as he leaned more into my touch, whimpering as I struggled to take full breaths. But as long as he was in a better mood, I didn't care if my chest would be crushed.