Chapter 40

"Zmrazit mmadụ nile ka a akpụrụ akpụ." As I said the words more and more, I realised that I sound more confident each time. The spell was working because as I stared at Ace, he was slowly being frozen like a statue. I gripped the heavy book tightly in my hands.

I kept on repeating the spell. I closed the book because I am no longer reading from it. I repeated the words without even thinking, it came out atomically, like a machine. I said the words faster, hoping that will help speed up the pace of the spell. I walked closer to Ace, who had stopped blinking.

My heartbeat increases as I realised that I am all alone in this golden room. A chill passed through me as I think of all the things that could happen to me. I clenched my jaw when I think of the Forte brothers. Since I learned about the Forte brothers I wondered what the Forte brothers look like.

I gasped in shock as I suddenly I felt a sharp pain go through my right chest. I stopped saying the spell as I feel the pain increases. I clenched my hands that are wrapped around the book tightly. My chest burned as if it was on fire.

 I breathed in deeply, trying to ease the pain that is slowly spreading across my body. The old spell book I was holding slips out of my hands as numb feeling washes over my hands and legs. I collapsed onto the golden floor as my legs give out.

"Arielle." I heard Ace's hoarse voice say.

I turned my head to where Ace was. He blinked his eyes slowly, the spell slowly fading away. Slowly Ace started to move his body again; he stretched his hands and legs for a few seconds.  He turned his head toward me, then his eyes went wide when he saw me on the floor.

He rushed over to my side. His hands flew over to entwine them with. He squeezed my hand gently, trying to soothe me. A small smile spread on my face at his caring nature. For a second I felt the pain go away, I felt all my thoughts fly out of my head as I stared into the bloodshot eyes I had grown so used to. His eyes were filled with worry and finally he opened his mouth to ask me the question that I know he had been wanting to know.

"What happened?" Ace's eyebrows were furrowed together in confusion as he stared at me.

"I was saying the spell then suddenly I felt this pain go through the right side of my chest. Then my hands and legs become numb." I stopped as a sob escaped through my body from the pain.

Ace pressed his eyes together in pain and then reopened them. I took deep breaths, trying to regulate my speeding heart.

"You are going to be okay, I promise. Here lay down on my chest." He moved my head so that I am using his chest as a pillow. "Try to fall asleep. I know it is hard with the pain but just try."

"What is happening to me?" I asked, demanding to know an answer.

"Sleep Arielle," Ace's voice was soft and gentle making me close my wet eyes. I tried to think of something positive, but I can't. I thought of everything that had happened over the past eleven months.

I tried to think of a special moment I had in those months. Most of those months were spent with me being with the witches that faked being my parents, but the rest of them were filled with me with Ace.

I snuggled more into Ace's chest, my head was pounding hard from all the thinking. I repeated each and every moment I had with Ace, finally after what feels like hours I remembered one memory. It was when I was in the hospital after the witches had beaten me up. It was when Ace opened up to me for the first time since I had met him.

"Tell me more about you," I asked. I leaned back onto the bed that was made upright. I stared at Ace who was sitting in a chair beside my single bed. He turned his head, his eyes lose focus.

"I am an only child and my father is the head warrior for his pack. My mom took care of the little children in the pack house. She loves kids," Ace said, letting out a loud chuckle.

A smile formed onto my face from Ace's sudden change of mood. Moments like these are the moments I love with Ace. Ever since I had met him he had always been serious and uncaring towards me, but sometimes his mood changes into one of something brighter and happier. I liked that side of Ace, the carefree side but unfortunately, he always went back to his uncaring ways a few minutes later.

"What do you like to do?"

"I like to fight; something about it makes me feel alive again. I don't know if it is the adrenaline rushing through my veins or the fact that I can release all my anger through it. Being the head warrior enables me to what I like, that is why I wanted to be one in the first place."

"You sound like you really like fighting. How long have you been fighting for?" I tilted my head to the side, curious to know what age he started to fight.

"I had my first fight when I was five; it was over a small toy car." Ace smiled at the memory, his eyes shining with pride.

"I remember that day so clearly in my head; because it was the first time I realised that I wanted to become a warrior when I grew up. Ever since that day I got into plenty of fights. Many people in my pack thought that because my dad had influenced me to fight because he then was the head warrior of the pack while other people thought I had some anger management issues."

He stopped for a moment, his eyes go slightly darker. He turned his head towards me, staring at me for a few seconds then turned back to staring at the green colour hospital walls. He breathed in deeply, making his eyes go back to his bright, red eyes.

The past few days I had spent with Ace has made me feel less scared of him. Even though I got slightly scared when I saw his eyes changing colour, I was slowly getting used to it; just like how I got used to him being a werewolf.

"When I turned fourteen my dad asked me to join the pack training squad. I used to train with the pack every day, even when I was sick. When I turned eighteen I entered pack competitions which were when ten people for each member from his pack was chosen to fight the ten members from the other packs. As I fought more and more, I got better and better until finally I was asked to be the head warrior."

"That was a long journey."

"It definitely was, but it was worth it."

"What do you hate?"

"I hate hospitals," Ace stated. I let out a small laugh; my hair covering half my face, my smile gets even bigger from his straight forward answer.

"If you hate hospitals then why are you here?" I ask.

This is the first time Ace has ever opened up to me, normally when I asked him a question all Ace did was ignore me or he changes the subject. I was rather surprised by his openness. I was waiting for him to snap back to his old self.

"I needed to make sure you were alright."

 My eyes were wide from his response. I wasn't expecting that at all. My heart beat increases from his comment. I stared into Ace's eyes who are staring right back at mine. From that moment on I knew that Ace was really trying.

I opened my eyes that are no longer moist. I smiled at the memory I just had, but my smile slowly slipped away as I let out a scream of horror when I saw a knife right above my head.

"We have been waiting for you Arielle," an unknown voice, gruff voice said, giving me unwanted shivers through my body.

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