The female sunk towards me, I could hear her teeth grinding together and I carried her to the bathroom. After whatever magick she did, the doors had once again appeared. Her body shook and I bared my teeth at it. She was hurt and it was because she protected me and Bo. I snapped my teeth together as I set her down beside the tub, turning on the water quickly before turning back to her and reaching for her shirt.

She lightly slapped my hands away, her eyes narrowing. "I'm not a child, I can do it myself." I ignored her weak slaps and sliced her shirt off with my claws. I bared my teeth and growled at the purple and black bruising that encased the right side of her torso heavily. I grabbed her arms, looking her over. A dark rumble exited my beast and shook my bones as I saw the deep claw marks the were had left on her body. They had been bleeding but they weren't anymore and I wondered if it was due to her magick.

I carefully lifted her off of the floor and her legs trembled and her form was nearly limp as I undid the button of her jeans. I held her steady as I used one hand to push the material over her hips. She made a pained sound, leaning on me heavily as I shoved the jeans down until she could step out of them herself.

"Bapa?" At the wavering voice I turned my head, Bo was standing in the doorway and I looked down at BamBam.

"Help her. I'm fine." She waved me off, attempting to stand on her own, her face pale and ashy with the pain. I didn't believe her for a moment but I slowly let my arm drop and headed for Bo. I picked her up, glancing over my shoulder as the witchling sat heavily on the side of the tub, holding her ribs with her arm as her other hand griped the edge of the tub so hard her knuckles were white.

"What happened?" Bo's voice was small and wavering as I carried her out of the bathroom and towards the bedroom BamBam had created for her.

"She fought a were." She had killed him but he still put his hands on her, still marked her skin and harmed her. The beast inside me was unsettled by that, angry and restless. He wished to hurt something, kill anything, because we had been stuck, denied helping the female, denied our ability to protect her.

Bo gave a small gasp as I set her down on her bed. "Oh no." Her little face looked stricken and I chucked her chin lightly.

"She's tough. Be fine." I couldn't really look into Bo's eyes and not experience mind numbing rage at the thought of what awaited her at the hands of those who sought us. I thought burying her alive was bad enough but to defile her in such a way before hand? Survival of the species or not, no true cure would ever require such a heinous act.

"I wanna help." She moved to get off the bed and I grabbed her around the waist, setting her back on the bed before tugging up her dress.

"You need sleep." I pulled the dress off of her, laying it at the foot of the bed as I tucked her into the bed, pulling the blankets over her.

Her bottom lip stuck out, trembling as her eyes glimmered with tears. "I wanna help." It was a forlorn set of words but I shook my head.

"No need to see such things, knyaginya." I wanted to keep her from the horrors of what would happen to those who defied the Order of the Forests. I didn't want her to see the witchling harmed as she was. "You need sleep. Witchling will be fine, be better tomorrow." At least I hoped she would. I didn't know what I would do if she was down and out for a while. I was positive her magick would help her heal.

"Promise?" Her dark eyes gleamed at me, the tiny beast inside of her stirring with her high emotions and I gave a slow nod before bending down and pressing my lips to her forehead, brushing my thumb across her cheek. The thought that some saw her as a means to an end was a fist to the stomach, it was a burning in my veins that I knew I could never scratch out. The Forests wanted her, not for her gender or the spark of a magick soul within her, but for something so vile and cruel I could not understand why they would continue to follow and believe the words spoken to them by the High Kings. There was a wrongness in their demands and I did not understand how some could not see it as I did.

"Sleep, my little knyaginya. Be fine in the morning." I smoothed her hair back before I straightened and left the room, closing the door quietly behind me. I moved into the bathroom and Bambam had already settled herself into the bath, her head leaning against the edge of the tub as she sat mostly curled up. I could see her body shaking and I shut the door before pulling off my shirt and shedding my pants.

Her emerald green eyes flicked to me and a faint smile turned up the corners of her mouth as I moved closer. "Such a tease. Showing me the goodies when I'm in no condition to appreciate them." She gave a muffled groan as she sat up straight. I gave a small grunt, not answering her as I stepped into the bath with her, sitting down behind her before I grabbed her carefully and brought her to my chest. "When I am feeling better I am going to demand this immediately." She grasped my semi-hard cock in her hot hand and gave a light squeeze.

I fought back a groan at the feeling of her hand on my cock and gently moved it. "No touching." Desire made my voice rough and I could feel my shaft pulsing in angry desire. It had been awoken and wanted to be satisfied but her form was too delicate for such a breeding.

"You're no fun." Her tone was pouting and I could imagine her full bottom lips sticking out in a tantalizing fashion as I grabbed the washcloth and gently started to clean her skin of the blood that was tacky on her form. She let out a faint hiss of pain as I cleaned around the deep gashes the were left on her.

I snapped my teeth together, a growl vibrating the air as I left my throat. "Stupid female. Taking on a were." She didn't need to be putting herself in danger like that. I didn't want her harmed, her marked up like she was.

"The fact I am alive and he is dead pretty much shows he was the stupid one for taking on me." There was a faint edge of gloating to her tone and I couldn't help but tsk as I gently moved the cloth across her shoulders. I lifted my knees, lifting her arms as I did so. She hissed at that, leaning to the right as if that would protect her broken ribs.

"You are hurt." Fairly badly. Not that she would die but she would be in pain for a substantial amount of time. I did not like seeing those brutal wounds on her.

She gave a heavy scoff at my words. "And he is dead. I think mine trumps his."

I trailed the close down her arm, gripping at the slim appendage with my hand, massaging her muscles. "Why don't you heal?" She hadn't once looked like she was going to do so. It was bothersome. I knew witches had the ability.

"Because I'm tapped out right now." She let out a faint sigh as I abandoned the cloth as I slid my fingers between hers, craving skin on skin with her.

I captured her hand in mine and brought it up, looking at her smooth skin. There were no runes flashing anywhere on her body. "I don't understand." I didn't realize there were limits on a witch's ability. I hadn't really been taught much about them and I wondered if that was for a reason. The less we knew about them the less we would try to engage them.

"Just because I have the equivalent of the power of the sun behind me doesn't mean I don't get tired after doing big magick." She gave a heavy sigh, leaning back against me slightly, mindful of her ribs and the claw marks.

I lazily wrapped my arms around her, resting my chin on her head. "What spell?" The sight of her eyes glowing, her runes flashing as the cabin trembled and the air warped around her has been equal parts enthralling and terrifying. I had never seen magick like that before.

"I teleported the cabin and the truck." Her words were murmurned and I narrowed my eyes slightly.

"Why?" The magick she used seemed unnecessary. The witch and the were were dead, she had killed them. That would have bought her time to heal and do her spell the day after that but she had done the spell even with knowing she would be 'tapped out'. She was such a strange creature.

"I knew Violet was going to rat me out." At the name I let out a heavy growl. That witch would pay for what she had done. BamBam waved me off slightly. "I knew I would have to do it to escape the jackasses chasing you and me. They had my location and that meant more would come." I paused, processing her information and then gave a short nod. It made sense and she had made the right decision but that didn't mean I had to enjoy it.

"Ahh... the witch and the were... you... they were..." I didn't know how to put it into words. She had done something to them to render them into the paste like state they had been in when I came out of the bedroom.

"I exploded them. My magick has a tendency of doing that when I get pissed." She said it so easily but I tucked the knowledge away for use later but the message was clear. Keep the witchling happy. "It was why I was banished. I exploded a witch because she came at me for fucking her warlock and I accidentally did it without the 'appropriate' tools." She made a sound of disgust in her throat. "He was a fucking terrible lay so I was pissed that I got banished because of him." I couldn't keep the chuckles in as I heard that. I took great pleasure in knowing I was better than such a male. She had a warlock set his eyes on her but she derided his ability to please his female and was agitated for being banished for such a poor male but she had praised me heavily for my performance, demanding more from me.

I shifted my head, trailing my teeth across the shell of her ear as my cock hardened to the point of pain. I wouldn't mind another round with her, as soon as possible as well. She made a faint sound, wiggling in my lap. "Stop teasing. Pressing that cock of yours against me and all but telling me to enjoy it when I can't." There was an edge of petulance to her voice and I smirked, nipping at her ear lobe gently before I slowly stood up. I bent down, picking her up and cradling her to my chest before I stepped out of the bath.

She gave a slow and lazy wave of her hand and I could hear the tub draining. She slumped against me after that, her breathing coming out slightly wheezed. "Alright, now I'm tapped out." She pressed her head against my shoulder, shoving her forehead against my neck as she gave a small whimper.

I carried her to her bedroom, slowly setting her on the bed where the covers were shoved back. She looked exhausted and I knew she would need help to help heal herself from her ordeal. A pale and slim hand gripped my wrist as I tugged the blankets over her form. I looked at her and she blinked slowly. "A containment spell wouldn't work on her, Ren." Her eyelids were droopy with exhaustion and I narrowed my own at her.

"Explain." If they were mistaken in their prophecy, in their plan, then Bo was safe.

"They need Rowenya's soul or her blood and they have neither." Her eyes closed slowly. "Stupid jackasses would defile a little girl for no reason because there is no cure for what Rowenya did." Her voice trailed off and I wanted to ask her what she meant but she was already asleep.

I paused for a moment before moving onto the bed beside her, laying on my side next to her, wrapping my arm around her side gently as I held her close. I would ask the witchling what she meant when she woke up but right now I would protect her as she had done for me.

My instinct lifted itself up from where it had tucked itself, it was pleased with my decision but agitated with her condition.

Help female heal

Punish her for recklessness later

I nuzzled the back of her neck with my nose with my mouth twitching upwards. I liked the sound of that.