His Sweet Little Mate

Chapter 134

“Micah, Micah!” Abby called out tentatively, but there was no response from the beast beneath her.

She was still protectively wrapped up in his limbs, but she could lift her head just fine. The only problem was; she couldn't move much, being locked up in his arms, while his muzzle was too big to look at his head clearly.

“Don’t scare me, Micah!” She pleaded, but when there was still no reaction that she could detect, Abby had to cto terms with the fact that Micah had lost his consciousness.

Did his head knock really hard into whatever, most probably a boulder?!, when he fell with her in his arms?

“Heavens!” She wanted to curse.

Of all the things Abby thought might happen tonight, being pushed by her father down this cliff was the last thing. To be honest, she didn’t even think it was a possibility.

They were prepared for a battle, yes, that was why Micah chose to summon the royal warriors, leaving out the two packs’ warriors as back up plans.

But now, looking around the valley she was stuck in with an unconscious Micah, Abby felt like no amount of planning could have prepared them for this.

No matter where she turned, with the minimal room she had, all she could see was darkness. Did they fall into skind of ditch? She couldn’t tell if that was the case, because there wasn’t even a hint of light around here.

But high above their heads, all kinds of mountain trees surrounded them, covering the view completely, until she couldn’t see the night sky at all. The sparse moonlight that illuminated the cliff

up there was completely blocked out by the thick canopies, until all she could make out was outlines of things, not being able to say for sure.

“Just what kind of place is this?” Abby couldn’t help but mutter as she wiggled her body, and when she expended almost all her energy, she could finally free herself, as his limbs weakly fell to the sides.

However, the moment she snapped her finger, and there was this little flat the tip of her finger, almost looking like a candle, all she could see was this hard surface surrounding them. Was that a rock?

Abby didn't know if she should laugh or cry, because it seemed they had fallen into a gap between two rocks.

Her breath hitched when she took a good look at his head, which was now covered in blood, because of the fur, if you weren’t paying full attention, you wouldn’t be able to realize he was bleeding a lot.

“Why are you bleeding so much?” Abby felt her stomach twist painfully as she knelt beside his head. She realized his healing ability seemed to have compromised a little. She tried to seek his wound with her free hand, and sighed a little when she couldn’t find an open wound.

At least his wounds seemed to have closed. She didn’t dare to think how horrible his situation would be if he kept bleeding.

But then she noticed how the air around them was rather chilly, while the ground beneath her knees felt a little damp. It gave an extra ominous vibe to this place. She tried to shake her mate awake, but to no avail.

“What should I do?” Abby was frantic now, because no matter how hard she tried, Micah’s beast wouldn’t budge from its place, nor would he open his eyes. He also lost so much blood.

But then the air seemed to have beca bit colder again, and she decided she needed to keep them both warm enough first.

She quickly let her fire flow, but only a little, so that it could ward off cold air. But she didn’t dare to create a large fire, because she didn’t want to lure any wild animals, much worse, the stray rogues that might be lurking around.

“Micah, hang in there! I’m sure Dax and the others are searching for us now.”

The girl pleaded before she settled beside his motionless frame, and pulled his head onto her lap, as she kept running her fingers through his fur.

“How could you be so stupid?” Abby felt her heart caving in every tshe recalled how his beast surrounded her frmidair, just so he could cushion her fall, and ended up taking the brunt of it.

She didn’t know how long she tried to keep her fire flowing, just enough to keep the air around them warm, but she must have fallen asleep at spoint, because of exhaustion and stress, and when she woke up again, it was because she was startled by her nightmare. One that unceremoniously constituted the events of last night

“Micah!”

Abby sat up abruptly, but almost ended up falling back before she used her hands to support herself behind her, while her legs were utterly numb. Micah's head was not on her lap anymore, but he had shifted back into his human form.

Did he wake up after I fell asleep?

But her hopes were dashed when she realized his body was actually turning colder by the minute, not to mention the wounds on his body. Noticing all this, she couldn’t help but heave in agony.

It was pretty brutal, blood was everywhere, his face, his arms and legs, everywhere. Moreover, he was in his beast form when he saved her. But now he was in his human form. Abby couldn’t help but dread the reason. He was forced to shift back from the intense pain, while he was unconscious like this.

The sight left her trembling with fear, especially when his breathing was too faint, which was also an indication that he was still alive. Abby wanted to cry, but she couldn’t.

She had to be strong for both of them, and take care of him until someone found them, because she couldn’t possibly lug his huge body around even if she, by smiracle, found a way back to the Silver Moon pack.

“You will be fine, I will make sure of it,” she promised as she pressed her lips to his bloody forehead.

All she could do was pray with all her heart for Dax or someone to find them as soon as possible, because if Micah didn’t get help, his condition would worsen.

However, the longer she stayed there, the harder her heart thumped, when she looked at her surroundings in the daylight.

She didn’t know what tit was, but from the bright light filtering into the cave, through the leaves high above them, she reckoned it must be around afternoon.

She must have slept around five or six hours then, but Micah was unconscious for almost half a day.

Not to mention this ominous feeling that kept nagging at the back of her head, looking at the rocky structure she found herself with Micah.

It seemed like a pathway, to God knows where, yet so narrow at the stime.

She stood up and realized she could only take two ways, either forward or backward. The light along this way was strange as well, it dimmed progressively toward the far end in front of her.

Moreover, the space ahead of her thrummed with this dark energy she felt her breath stifling just thinking about walking past it.

“I don’t feel comfortable about going there,” Abby decided, but she still let a tiny fireball float across a small distance and gasped when it blew up against thin air after traveling a few feet.

“Gosh, definitely doesn't seem like an ideal place to snoop around.”

It was as if there was a barrier sort of thing, that prevented her little fireball from going further, even though the path seemed to have ended much further than where her fireball exploded.

Moreover, Abby swore she caught a glimpse of something like rusty gates, at the far end, and just thinking about this strange setting, left her uneasy.

It seemed the creepiness of this place was not uncalled for. It would be better if she didn’t snoop around in such a place.

And that choice left her with only one another option.

So she turned to the other side and walked a bit, and within no tshe was out of this pathway.

Interesting!

Abby couldn't help but note, but then, suddenly, she heard this peculiar sound of steady streaming, and her ears perked up.

“Water!”

She didn’t hesitate to run to the source of the sound, but she didn’t forget to keep an eye out for animals or rogues.

“Thank heavens!” The girl exclaimed when she saw that the sound was really because of water, a rivulet to be precise and quickly cup with an idea.

The water looked clean enough and when she took a tentative sip, she felt half of her problems had been solved.

She immediately started scouring her eyes around the space filled with trees behind her, in need of something to bring swater back to Micah.

Her eyes lit up when she saw this plant with huge leaves that looked like sacs and immediately plucked one leaf before running to the water. She cleaned it thoroughly in the water before walking up the stream a little. Then, holding the leaf carefully, she collected swater.

Her feet forgot about all the numbness and soreness, as she skipped back to where she left Micah, and quickly fed him swater.

“I'll clean you up a bit.” Abby said to no one in particular when she returned with smore water before slowly cleaning the blood off his body.