Jaden's POV
She fell into my arms like a log of wood, tears rolling down her eyes while I stared in terror and panic. I was breathing heavily as my heart stung like it was pierced and ripped apart with a sharp sword.
Her blood was gushing from her chest where she had stabbed herself, and I wasted no second in starting to transfer my inner energy to her so it would help her heal faster and stop the bleeding.
I had never done this for anyone before since I valued every single one of my powers, but there was no way I could sit back and watch her bleed.
The blood stopped after a few minutes, and I could hear her breath flowing normally again, but those eyes were yet to open and there was no movement in her body.
My inner energy transferred to her would help her heal faster, but to make it out of the coma alive depends only on her decision. If she decides in her heart to die and never return alive, she will be dead in some hours.
My eyes were getting tearier, which was so weird to me as I couldn't remember the last time I cried, but scouring my gaze through her wounded skin, I couldn't help it.
It was an eyesore, and I really wondered how the werewolves could be this heartless to one girl. Everyone is just against her. She has no friends, no one to call her family, no peers to chat with and play happily with. How gloomy and lonely life would have always been for her.
Almost every part of her skin was covered with scars and wounds, and they were all designed with streaks of whips that were reddish and swollen. She was reeking with dirt also and had a very bad odor, like one who had never bathed in her entire life.
Pain throbbed every part of me so that I felt like I was the one going through her pains. I won't stop imagining how miserable her life must have been, and it breaks my heart.
My hands began to tremble as I wondered again how much torture she must have gone through. I don't know how or why, but I found myself feeling all her pains. My skin was hurting at every point. She had fresh wounds, especially her heart where she had stabbed herself.
As I sat there on the ground staring down at the young girl who almost took her life, the tears in my eyes finally fell down my cheeks down to her face, where I was looking closely at her pink lips.
"She was really about to kill herself?" Carl finally got to the garden and exclaimed on seeing her, but I couldn't even look up at him or reply. I was drawn and stuck on Ava's face, and it felt like we were the only ones on earth.
My heart longed for her, and I was unconsciously praying for her to at least make a single movement, even if she had no strength to open her eyes just yet. I hope she gives her life a second chance and doesn't linger on how cruel her life has been to her.
That way, she can wake up, but if she's really tired of living and has no reason to be alive, even my inner energy can't save her. I only hope I was enough reason for her to live, as everyone in her life seemed to be demons hunting her down.
My eyes scanned through her smeared skin once again and I felt more stinging right in my heart with great anger coursing through my entire being that I found myself panting and puffing.
I sensed Carl bend over and pick up something from the ground.
"Look!" He spoke out, calling my attention, so I looked up for the first time, and my eyes widened in shock at what he had just shown me.
five skin-made wolfsbane whips.
"You saw that here?" I growled as I hadn't looked around me since I came here. It really seemed like some people were here torturing her with that and had left after hearing I was at the school.
"That whip must have been the reason the poor girl decided to end it all rather than take in this cruel torture!" Carl bellowed in anger, and I felt like burning down the entire school at that moment.
I could imagine once again how consuming the pain from that whip could be.
Shit!
I cursed in fury, punching hard at the ground in exasperation.
"I am taking her away. Since I just stopped her from killing herself, I will take responsibility for her life." I stated, without even knowing what I actually meant by "taking responsibility for her life. I wasn't falling in love or having her as a mate, so it was surprising to hear my voice as I spoke those words.
"Maybe I would just protect and keep her safe, then give her off to Carl as a gift since he seemed to like her a lot. They can become mates and live happily ever after together" I mused to myself, and I hissed at what I just said.
I don't know why It sounded irksome to me. It was so damn clear that I couldn't even bear to see Carl touch her.
Gosh!
Ava was that girl I vowed to stay away from since she was having this strange effect on me, which I can't understand, but it was one of those lies I had told to myself.
Not only did I want to meet her again, I also wished to see her every day of my life and stay close to her always, even when I didn't know why.
I literally snuck into this school to check on her and protect her after realizing the danger her life was in due to the rumor that had spread, portraying her as the lady I was interested in.
I had made up a lie for the school proprietor, saying my father had sent me to check if everything was going well in the school, all just to see Ava and protect her.
I think Dad was right. She would have died if I hadn't come here.
Carefully, I carried her into my arms in a bridal way, feeling the heaviness in my heart as I glanced at her innocent face, which was all gloomy and filled with sadness as white streaks of tears lined down the sides of her eyes.
She must have cried a lot from the terrifying tortures she had gone through from everyone, including her father. The severe heartbreak of being hated by everyone around you.
Fuck!
I turned my gaze to Carl and could see how he stared at the whips indignantly.
"No one should know I took her away, and most importantly, the people who were torturing her with those whips are definitely going to return to continue. Kill them at once with no mercy!" I commanded, and he nodded with satisfaction written all over his face.
He seemed to already have that in mind before I said it. Just then, I began to hear distant footsteps coming over to the garden, so I sped off through another route leading into the woods instead of following the route that led back to the school building.
As I darted across the woods with all the speed I got, I couldn't stop glancing down at her to check if she was still breathing. As much as I didn't want to think about it, I still couldn't deny the sparks my skin was feeling at the contact with her body.
The most confusing part of all this was how I was able to feel it when she was about to take her life. It wreaked havoc within me, filling me with overwhelming terror and anxiety.
I was still talking to the school proprietor when it hit me, and with my magic, I was able to trace her since she got no wolf scent.
The way I dashed out of the office, running over to the garden to stop her from killing herself, still appears so weird to me, as I can never understand why I cared this much for a random girl named Ava.
I was told that there was no way I was going to fall in love or have a mate since I had this dark magic in me.
It was even certain to me that I had lost all sort of affection for anyone, so that instead of falling in love with any girl, I hated them so deeply that I could go to the extent of killing just to make sure they stayed away from me.
So why is Ava so different from others? How could she melt my heart?
How could she make me feel this way? She was a wolf-less, weak, and rejected soul, yet even my wolf fell for her. It was beyond my power to reject her. She was the weakness I was ready to have.