Chapter 246: It Had To Work.
"I am serious. I will find a way," Angela said with all the strength she had left. She broke free from the hug and looked deep into Hiro’s eyes. He seemed to be awake from his illusions now, his face hollow and defeated. There was no sign of hope anywhere, but she refused to give up. She had to do something.
Then Mighty-Storm gave her idea.
Dave sat in the corner, his head in his hands. He couldn’t even look at Kael. He had believed with all his heart that the cure would work, that they would save Kael and use it to help the other affected students. Now all that belief had turned to ashes in his mouth.
Angela walked to the bed and sat beside Kael. His eyes were shut, his skin cold, and his body lifeless. She could barely hold herself together as her hands trembled above him. Her mates were whispering, asking what she was doing, but she didn’t say a word.
Closing her eyes, she shut the link in her mind and prayed to the moon goddess. Her lips trembled as she spoke softly in her heart. "I know we have never been close. I know I’ve doubted you. But please don’t let this happen to Kael. He’s been nothing but kind to me. He’s been a friend to Hiro when no one else was. If this is my fault, then punish me, not him. Take something from me and give him life. Don’t let him die because of me. Please, moon goddess. Please."
Angela opened her eyes, clinging to the hope that he would stir, that he would breathe. But he didn’t. He lay still, and the silence in the room cut through her like a blade. She pressed her lips into a thin line, her heart sinking with disappointment. It was as if the moon goddess had laughed at her prayer.
What was she thinking? That the goddess cared about her at all? Storm’s plan had failed, and now Kael was gone. Her heart cracked open a little more as she rose to leave the room, but before she could take a step, Taros moved quickly and stopped her.
It’s not your fault, so don’t blame yourself," Taros said softly as he pulled her into his arms.
Angela couldn’t hold it anymore. She wept bitterly, watching Hiro as he cried too. Her heart ached so much that it felt like it would tear apart. She grew weaker in Taros’s hold, feeling the weight of everything crush her. It was as if the moon goddess had turned her back on them completely. Did she choose to abandon them now, when they needed her the most?
"Something is happening to him," Dave’s voice broke through their minds, trembling with fear. No one moved at first. Everyone was too lost in their grief to care. "Guys, something is happening. Look at Kael!"
At the mention of Kael’s name, every head turned at once. Then came a weak cough—soft but clear. It came from Kael’s body. The same Kael who had been lying still and cold moments ago.
Gasps filled the room. For a second, no one believed it was real. Then they all rushed toward him, afraid that it might be another cruel trick from the goddess.
Dave quickly grabbed his stethoscope from the floor, his hands shaking as he pressed it to Kael’s chest. A heartbeat. Slow but strong. His eyes widened as tears gathered. "He’s alive," he whispered in disbelief.
Angela reached out and touched Kael’s hand. It wasn’t as cold as before. Warmth was returning to him. Her breath caught in her throat. Did the moon goddess really hear her prayer? Did she bring him back to life?
"What is going on?" Hiro asked in a trembling voice, his eyes darting between Kael, Dave, and Taros.
Before anyone could answer, Kael’s eyes suddenly snapped open. They glowed with a bright blue light, a haunting reminder that the sickness still lingered. The cure hadn’t worked. His lips moved as he tried to smile, but it was weak. "My chest hurts," he muttered faintly.
Hiro let out a cry of relief and pain all at once. "You fool... you scared the hell out of me," he said, grabbing Kael’s hand and pressing it to his cheek. "We thought we lost you. We were all losing our minds."
"You really scared us," Taros said, letting out a long sigh as he paced around the room, still shaken by what had just happened.
Kael managed a weak grin. "It was worth it. I thought none of you would cry after I was gone," he teased softly, his voice hoarse. But before anyone could laugh, he began to cough violently, the sound echoing through the room. Everyone froze, fear flashing in their eyes again.
"You jerk," Hiro muttered, biting his lower lip to keep his emotions in check. He wanted to scold him, to shout at him for scaring them that way, but the words refused to come out.
"We need to get him to the hospital now," Dave said firmly, putting his stethoscope back in his bag. He zipped it up quickly and hung it over his shoulder.
Taros and Renn moved closer, ready to lift Kael, but Angela suddenly stepped forward and stopped them. They looked at her in confusion, wondering what she was thinking, but no one dared to disobey her.
Her fangs snapped out, her eyes glowing. She had no idea what she was doing, but her instincts told her it was the only way. Without hesitation, she bit into her wrist. The sharp pain made her gasp, and her mates rushed to stop her, but it was too late.
She pressed her bleeding wrist against Kael’s lips. He hesitated at first, but then his lips parted. The moment her blood touched his tongue, he drank. Something about it drew him in—it was warm, rich, and carried a sweetness unlike any other.
Angela groaned softly as he fed from her, the pain mixing with determination. "They say my blood heals and gives immortality," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I hope it works."
She didn’t know if she was doing the right thing, or if this would even save him, but there was no more time to think. All that mattered now was Kael’s life.
It had to work. It just had to.