Chapter XVI

"One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain,"

—Bob Marley

There was a tense silence that filled the room after that revelation. After that, we came to the agreement that in order to defeat Lucifer, we would need to train like hell. Of course, I was wary about it.

These damn wounds refused to heal. Since they had opened recently, Garroth and the others forced me to sit out. Megan got to train, but I wasn't able to.

Good thing: she gave me a kiss before she hurried off.

Bad thing: it was in front of Darrin, so I'm kind of dead.

Every time I catch his eyes, he hits the dummy he's using, giving me evil looks.

I'm totally dead.

So yeah, me and her are dating now, in case any of you readers are wondering. Looks like Megothy is cannon!

Or whatever our ship name is. I'm not good at them.

I sighed, rubbing my head. Fenrir was, at the moment, singing.

Yes, you heard me right. Singing. I don't know what the song is called, because he's clearly singing it in Norse. I know it's his native language, but honestly, it's kind of annoying. Most foreign languages sound like gibberish to me, and Norse is no exception, maybe even the prime example.

Fenrir wasn't a bad singer, as much as I hate to admit it. His voice was smooth and flowed well. He hits few sour notes here and there, but it was definitely better than my voice.

Last time I sang, there was at least five dead birds laying around me.

"Sofdu lengi, sofdu rótt, seint mun best ad vakna. Maedan kenna mun thér fljótt, medan hallar degi skjótt. Ad mennirnir elska, missa, gráta og sakna."

I frowned. Whatever those words meant, they sounded kind of ominous. I looked around, making sure no one was near me. "Hey, Fenrir?"

Fenrir stopped. "Yeah?"

"What are you singing?"

"Just an old lullaby." He hummed.

"What's it called?" I asked.

"Sofdu unga ástin mín, or 'Sleep My Young Darling'." He answered.

"What is it in English?" I whispered.

Fenrir was silent for a moment. Then, he sung.

"Sleep long, sleep tight, it is best to wake up late. The hardship will teach you soon, while the day turns to night, that people feel love, loss, sadness and longing."

I smiled. "That's a beautiful song."

Fenrir chuckled. "It's considered Iceland's most beautiful lullaby, actually."

"I can see why." I answered, rubbing my arms. I winced at the pain that flared up in my stomach.

"Don't wriggle around, Timothy. You could get even more hurt." Fenrir chided.

"Hey, my pain is my pain. I can deal with it."

Fenrir sighed. "You do realize you and I are very connected. I feel all he pain that you feel."

I paused. "Really?"

"Yes. Every single time you get hurt I feel it. So please, try not to move around too much."

I nodded, situating myself in the least painful position. My eyes wandered over to everyone. I saw people shooting bows and gun, others working on hand-to-hand combat, and some working with swords.

Darrin's while cracked as he shot it out. Garroth lunged at a dummy, slicing at its stomach. I watched straw and other stuff spill out. Caleb was chanting spells, his chains lifting around him and reacting. I watched them turn red hot and then wrap around the dummy. The dummy then ignited. Megan was busy shooting her gun, reloading almost immediately after using her bullets. I sighed. She's so beautiful. And powerful.

I knew if I ever broke her heart I'd be in a whirlwind of hurt. Not that I had any intention to.

For years, I've been certain of it. We are mates. I just can't tell for sure because we aren't the same species. But I know it. We are mates.

She is my everything, and I am her's.

A loud cry was heard. I tore my eyes off my girlfriend and looked towards the hand-to-hand combat area. Leyna has just tackled Michal to the ground. She growled at him, pretending to throw punches that, if they connected, would surely hurt like hell. I watched as Crius nodded at them. He was training those in that specific section. Apparently he knew how to fight. Besides Leyna and Troy, Zoe and Salvin were there. All of them would specialize in close combat fighting, and I'm sure they'd be given little daggers to stab people with.

I looked over towards the ranged weapon area. Coeus was instructing them with Estal at his side. Estal was holding his guns, firing at the targets while Coeus helped with bows. Fai and Mitchel held bows in their hands, shooting at targets. Meanwhile, Rayna was being instructed by Estal on how to wield a gun.

Next was the swordsmen, or other weaponry like that. Faith was helping them. Honestly, I felt like I should be, but here I was, stuck in the sidelines. I watched as Andrea nervously swung at Draco with her wooden sword. Aristide was busy testing his wings with the swords, while Faith helped him. Charlotte was near them, practicing her charms.

I groaned. The pain had flared up again. "Hey, Timothy, I think I know how to fix you."

"What?"

"There is a way I can heal you. I just don't know if you'll let me."

I rubbed my forehead. "What is it, Fenrir?"

"You have to let me take control of you."

My eyes widened. "No. No way José."

Fenrir sighed. "Fine. I'll just do it when you force shift tomorrow."

Oh no. "That's tomorrow?"

"Yes." Fenrir answered, still sounding annoyed.

I groaned. Tomorrow was going to be terrible. Force shifting was arguably one of the worst things in the entire world. Since I couldn't control my wolf, I was never allowed to shift. As such, my wolf would burst through every few months, and I'd have to be locked up. It only happened three times a year. I carefully stood up. My entire body shook and I could feel the blood draining from my face. I carefully wobbles over to Garroth.

Garroth frowned when he saw me. "Tim, what's wrong?"

The other hunters stopped and looked at me. Megan frowned before walking towards me. Everyone else was also looking at me, that much I knew for sure.

I stumbled into his arms. "Garroth—"

Garroth wrapped his arms around me, supporting me as carefully as he could. "What's wrong?"

"Tomorrow." I whispered.

Darrin frowned. "Tomorrow?"

Caleb walked towards us. I shivered. "I shift."

Garroth tensed up. "Dammit. I have to talk to Estal or someone about finding a place for you."

Megan gently put her hand on my shoulder. "It'll be okay." She whispered, gently pressing a kiss to my temple.

I felt myself relax. She was perfect.

Garroth looked towards Megan. "Can you get him to his room? I need to speak with Estal."

Megan nodded before gently looping my arm around her. "Let's go."

I nodded as she walked me into the house and up the stairs. When we got to my room, she gently opened the door and walked me inside. Megan carefully sat me on the end and then sat down next to me.

Her hazel eyes burned into mine. She gently brushed some of sweat soaked hair off my forehead. "It'll be okay." She whispered.

I nodded, gently pressing my forehead against hers. She smiled at me before kissing me softly.

We stayed like that for a while, softly sharing kisses and whispering sweet nothings to one another.

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Garroth sighed as he watched Timothy go inside. He wasn't ready for this. Timothy was injured, and he knew the force shifting would only hurt him more.

He turned around and walked over to everyone else. Andrea looked at him. "Is Timothy okay?"

"He won't be." Garroth answered as his key shrunk down. "He'd force shifting tomorrow night."

Michal frowned. "Why doesn't he just transform into his wolf often?"

"He can't control it, that's why." Darrin answered, cooking his whip up. "He's never been able to get in control."

Estal nodded. "You need a place to hide him, then."

"Yes, that'd be ideal." Caleb answered.

Leyna looked at Michal. "We have dungeons, back at the pack house. They're designed to harbor Werewolves."

Garroth nodded. "That'd be the best place to keep him then."

Leyna and Michal then made arrangements with their pack. Garroth sighed as he went and sat down on one of the chairs.

He bent down, closing his eyes. This was too complicated. With Lucifer rising, the revelation that the Daevas were Horsemen, and with Timothy struggling with his powers, everything was going to crap. Garroth was stressed. He couldn't handle it.

As he sat there cursing fate, the sound of footsteps were heard. Garroth sat up, and saw Charlotte standing in front of him. "You okay?" She asked, crossing her arms.

Garroth nodded, his voice leaving him. He was always nervous to talk to her. Charlotte shook her head, sitting down next to him. "You're not, I can tell."

"Sorry— I just, it's all so complicated."

Charlotte smiled at him. "It's alright. I understand being stressed. It's pretty upsetting. Everything that's going on, it sucks. I mean, Timothy having to force shift tomorrow is just one other thing to worry about. But hey, things will get better. Once we kick the shït out of Lucifer, everything will get better!"

Garroth laughed. "You're right, Charlotte."

Charlotte smiled. "I know."

Garroth chuckled lightly. They sat in silence for a few moments before Garroth looked at her. "Hey, is it okay if I call you Charlie or Char? I think it'd be nice to have a nickname just for you."

Charlotte blushed slightly. "I mean, I like both."

Garroth's arm brushed hers slightly. He flipped out on the inside, but managed to stay calm on the outside. "Charlie it is, then."

Charlotte's face turned crimson. A few moments passed before she met his eyes. "What about you? Do you have any nicknames?"

Garroth shook his head. "No, I don't."

Charlotte tapped her chin. "What about...Key?"

"Key?"

"Yeah. Like your weapon."

Garroth laughed, trying to ignore the heat in his cheeks. "Sure, if you like that nickname."

Charlotte nodded, gently putting a hand on his shoulder. "I do."

The two stared at each other for a moment, their eyes never straying. Garroth could feel his face hearing up to incredible temperatures, and he could see Charlotte's face closely resembled her hair. Garroth gently brought his hand up and brushed a few stray hairs out of her face. Charlotte gently leaned into his touch.

Garroth swallowed before pulling away from her. "I need to go take care of a few things."

Disappointment and sadness filled her features. Garroth felt his heart clench as he looked at her. "Okay. I'll see you later, Key."

"And I'll see you soon, Charlie."

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That Icelandic lullaby is pretty. The only creepy thing about it is it's a mother singing to her child before throwing them into a waterfall so she can go fight alongside her husband.

That's what an article told me, at least. I'm not sure how accurate it is, but whatever. I thought it could somewhat represent their situation right now.

Anyhow, what's you think of the chapter? I seriously enjoyed it.

Some romance in this chapter, huh?

Do you ship Megothy?

Also, what do you think of Garroth and Charlotte? I personally like the two, but we'll see if I keep them together.

Or even put them together.

Anyways, thanks for reading!

—Paige