She Belongs To The Devil

As the battle progressed, the number of wounded werewolves that were being brought back to the camp for treatment was piling up. The pills that Adeline had offered to Tabitha had long been used to treat those who were fatally wounded.

The fifty witches and wizards who were tasked to treat the werewolves while the battle was still in progress were greatly short-handed.

Thirty of them were running around the battlefield, giving immediate attention to the gravely injured and bringing them back to the camp for complete healing. They were barely able to bring in a quarter of those who had fallen down on the field.

The other twenty of the sorcerers were already busy healing those who had made it to the camp.

"I need someone to hold her down!" one of the witches screamed for help.

The injured wolf was unintentionally digging her claws into that witch's wrist and was screaming in pain. The witch was trying her best to maintain her composure even when she was hurt.

That werewolf had already reverted back to her human form. A huge chunk of flesh at the side of her stomach was missing, obviously chomped out by a vampire. Blood was gushing out of her wound profusely.

And the pain was making her act defensively and irrationally. Her bones were cracking and popping as though she was trying to change into her wolf form. And it was hampering her natural healing process. If something was not done fast then it was possible that she would bleed to death.

Wulfric happened to be in the vicinity. So when he heard the witch shouting for help, he ran to her aid.

"Mingan?" Several frown lines appeared on Wulfric's forehead upon seeing someone who he recognized.

That wolf happened to be his teacher's daughter. He used to meet her at the Palace quite often when he was in his early teen. She used to accompany her father to the Palace at times and they would even have duels with each other.

"Oh my God!" Wulfric inhaled sharply upon seeing the gruesome state of her open stomach. He was there to help but he froze seeing her pitiful state.

"Your Highness, will you please ask her to calm down? She's trying to change!" The witch saw that the Crown Prince recognized that injured wolf. So she thought that he would be able to convince her to stay put. "I will stop her bleeding first and will try to close her wound."

"Sure," Wulfric hurriedly sat down beside that injured wolf and spoke as calmly as he could, "Mingan, she is going to help you with your wounds, okay?"

Wulfric freed that witch's wrist from Mingan's hold. He gently held her hands and asked, "Please don't transform now. You will disrupt your healing process. Stay calm, will you? Can you do that for me?"

When Mingan heard that familiar voice, she bit her lower lip and forced herself to stay quiet. She looked at the Crown Prince with her weary eyes and nodded.

"Your Highness, why are you here?" Mingan couldn't help but ask in her feeble voice. "And where are your guards?"

Wulfric grabbed a clean cloth from the side and said with a sad smile on his face, "Are you still worried about me when you are in this state? Now stop speaking. Conserve your energy."

Wulfric helped to wipe her sweat and dirt from her face while the witch began to chant her spell to help Mingan heal. The witch was helping Mingan first even when she was also bleeding from Mingan's attack earlier.

Wulfric felt a pang in his heart when he noticed how pale she had turned and how cold her hands were.

He looked at the witch who was holding out her palms at Mingan's wound. He closely looked at Mingan's wound. It looked like she was not bleeding anymore. However, the wound was still wide open.

After a while, Mingan could feel that her pain was slowly fading away. However, she couldn't tell if it was because she was healing or if it was because she was about to lose consciousness.

Wulfric noticed how Mingan was fighting to keep her eyes open. He lightly tapped on her cheek and gently whispered, "Mingan, stay with me. Keep your eyes open."

Mingan turned to glance at Wulfric. He looked really worried for her.

"Wulfric, how is my wound?" she asked to confirm if she was healing or not.

Wulfric took a quick glance at the wound and replied, "You will look as good as new soon. Don't worry."

But from the expression on his face, Mingan could tell that he was lying. She was now sure that the numbness that was spreading throughout her body was not because she was healing but because her life was slowly slipping away.

Thus, she asked in a whisper, "Wulfric, will you tell my father that I loved him? And also that I killed seven vampires?"

Wulfric felt a shrilling pain in his chest when she made that request to him. He tightened his grip on her hand and said in a pain-filled voice, "Mingan, you should say that to him yourself. Please hang in there. You will heal in no time."

A drop of tear rolled down her temple. Mingan forced a smile on her face and she accepted her fate, "I don't think I will get to say that to him in person."

"Please don't say that! Wait…" Wulfric's eyes suddenly lighted up when he recalled the healing pill that Nigel had handed to him in the morning. "I think I might have something that can heal you."

Mingan didn't know what he was talking about but kept on clinging to her consciousness.

Nigel excitedly checked the pocket of his magic imbued cloth but then his hope died. He had already offered it to another werewolf who was in similar life or death situation.

He clenched his jaw and said with a heavy heart, "I'm so sorry!" He looked at the wound that was slowly closing and asked, "Please hang on, Mingan. You will be okay."

Seeing him in dismay, Mingan held out her shaky hand towards Wulfric to comfort him. She already knew her time had come because even with her sharp hearing, she was unable to clearly hear her heartbeat.

Wulfric held her hand and heard her say in a polite whisper, "Goodbye Wul…"

Before she could even take his name, her hand slipped down and her heart stopped.

"Mi… Mingan?" Wulfric gently shook her but there was no response. He put his finger below her nose and waited for a while. He was hoping that she was just unconscious.

But the witch had already stopped whispering her spell. She looked at Wulfric with sorry eyes and apologized, "I'm so sorry, Your Highness. I could not save her."

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