Chapter 143: Poisoned Fate
[ Skarthheim Pack territories ]
Thorgar ran with Autumn’s limp body cradled tightly against his broad chest.Her arms hung loosely. One of her hands twitched. He had no idea when she had lost consciously half way through screaming like a lunatic.
She was burning.
And yet, she was so unnaturally cold.
"Get them damn witches! Somebody!Fast! Hurry up,motherfuckers! Get someone! " Thorgar’s voice bellowed like a war horn, tearing through the stillness of the night.
Everyone started to scurry as he carried Autumn towards the courtyard.
"Make way!" Orion’s voice snapped from the eastern arch as he quickly caught up hearing the commotion. He came running the moment he saw Autumn’s condition." What happened?" He asked,eyes wide at the sight of the towering Alpha stumbling with panic."Thorgar?!What happened...what’s wrong?!" He had to literally shake him, because Thorgar’s face had paled.
"She was fine!" Thorgar growled, barely pausing. "She was just fine a moment ago! We were talking,sipping tea...but then she screamed...fell...and started shaking. She’s...she’s not breathing right. Is she???"
His voice caught.
Everyone was stunned.It was very unlike the Alpha they all knew. They had seen Thorgar wield his axe through the chests of enemies twice his size. Seen him laugh while injured. Seen him tear through armies like a storm wind.
But this?
Fear on Thorgar’s face wasn’t something they could comprehend.