CH 7 – Wendron Wolverines
Savin held her breath, took one last look at Marcellus for strength and stepped out from behind the tree. This was something that would occasionally happen to Savin: A run of good luck, and then suddenly, one very, very bad event that makes up for everything else.
Marcellus dared to fall down from high branch he was perched in (not so delicately might I add). He couldn't let Savin get hurt, nor be in any kind of danger in front of him in fact. His chest was pounding in his head, he had not been this nervous since a long time ago and the circumstances were very different then.
"Witch Mother, what a delight." Savin's over-joyous voice was highly sarcastic, and the Witch Mother did not like this one bit.
"Savin, I should have known... The castle not everything you thought it would be then?"
"Oh, and so much more." The Witches either side of their leader grimaced, this was not going to end well. Their light footsteps backed away to just behind the tree line.
Savin's stood her ground as the Witch Mother approached, her deep blue eyes just a shade lighter than her surroundings. The witches robes and attire were grimy with dirt and heavily hit her knees as she staggered forward, "you shouldn't have come back."
"We'll I definitely didn't come here to see you."
A low growl, for a second she wasn't sure if it was the witch in front of her, or something else. There was no way Savin could possibly beat her former Coven leader, (unless it was a battle of wits of course) she needed to get Marcellus and sneak out as fast as humanly possible.
Another growl. Both witches eyes narrowed, the witch Mother tightly grabbed Savin's arm, "is that a threat I hear?"
For a moment, I'm sure everyone in the clearing was confused, that was until her two followers screamed and ran back into the clearing.
"What is it?" A hiss escaped from her mouth, threatening her younger followers. The Witch Mother's tight grip was still snaked around Savin's arm with agonising force.
"W-wolv-wolverines!" The short blonde Witch ran as fast she could in the direction of the Coven, her braver friend stayed her ground.
A sharp scream echoed throughout the night, "Elisia!" The braver one bellowed. Savin pulled herself away from the Mother's grasp, ripping her cloak off her as she did so. The cold rushed over her as she saw the panic on the other witches faces, and hoped it did not reflect on her own.
"Marcellus?" Savin had lost her only hope amongst all the madness, 'which tree was he in?'
"Over here! I'm here!" His heart was pumping hard in his chest as he saw four pairs of bright yellow eyes surround them in the clearing, "Quickly!"
Savin turned from side to side searching for the right tree, the yellow orbs were getting far closer than she liked. Another scream followed as two of the wolverines pounced on the bravest of the Wendron Witches. Savin squeezed her eyes shut and ran to what looked like the familiar tree, "Marcellus? Are you up there?" Her panic ridden voice boomed through the tree tops, "yes! I'm right above you!"
Quickly glancing behind her to see both the Witch Mother and her outer robe gone, Savin struck her foot on a small indent in the tree's winding roots, reaching for a higher branch.
"AHH!" Jagged teeth clamped into her calf, she turned to see the yellow eyes of the wolverine tearing their way into her soul. It's black and grey fur fuzzed and knotted. She was starting to get dizzy, the blood gushing from the wound didn't seem to bother her, but the burning stabbing pain that followed did. She cried out, and someone tried to respond, "grab my hand! Savin!" She lazily reached her hand towards the night sky, hoping something, anything would grab her. The sharp pain seemed to stop, and a horrible throbbing followed as something grabbed her hand and hoisted her into the tree above.
"Marcellus?" Savin didn't know what was going on, where were the wolves? Vision blurred, and blood rushing to her head, Savin fainted as pure blackness surrounded her.
Marcellus quickly dusted the gravel off his hands from the rock he threw at the wolverine.
"Savin? Wake up Savin." He held onto her, making sure she would not fall from the thick branch supporting them both, and examined her leg. Blood was freely flowing from the wound, Marcellus tugged at the sleeve on his robes, ripping the right one straight off and wrapping it tightly around her leg. He quickly did the same with his left sleeve just in case, tying it above the wound.
He tried to clear his head. The bridge wouldn't be down until morning and coming down now was not a safe move. Marcellus grabbed Savin and pulled her closer, supporting them both on the branch.
He only hoped she would regain conciseness soon.