CHAPTER XXXVIII

The American doesn't transform into a man; he lowers himself to the teenager's level and begins licking her wounds, especially the largest and deepest ones. His saliva mixes with her blood, creating a clotting agent. Elena worriedly brings her left hand to her forehead; Michael prays it works. Everyone is grateful that Emilia is unconscious, so she doesn't suffer from the pain caused when this mixture occurs.

Elena can't believe what has happened, she just lets herself fall suddenly to the floor with a thousand things in her head, above all that Emilia can be saved, the eldest one catches her breath, thanks everyone for their cooperation, waits for Jonathan to finish licking the wounds when he does he becomes a man, takes the girl in his arms, cradles her to his chest, closes his eyes, sighs, his blue gaze staring into nothingness.

Tears flow uncontrollably, memories she thought she had forgotten come to her mind, none other than seeing the lifeless body of her wife, that makes her hate him even more, her tears fell down her face mixed with blood, no matter how hard she tried to clean the teenager's face the more blood it became, Michael stops the blond's hand, he stares at her without understanding, the British man nods slowly, he moves the blond's hand aside to be the one to clean Emilia's face.

"You've done what you had to do. Now we just have to wait," Michael says nervously as he removes the girl from the blond's arms. "Faarti, Jonathan, you should go help. I'll take care of them." Jonathan looks him straight in the eyes. "Trust me. I'll take good care of her."

—Me too, Jon Jon — the youngest nods, places Emilia in Michael's arms, then leaves the room, followed by the two Africans.

—We'd better get out of here, take Emi to the doctors, follow me. —Elena takes off her clothes.

Elena runs out and jumps over the balcony, followed by the other two. When she lands on the ground, she runs to the back of the villa. The property was large, although running two kilometers is nothing for them, but tonight it was a long way. She continues walking, some noises put the three of them on alert, however, the British can do nothing but continue, it is the girls who form up in battle formation, leaving the young man in the middle of the two, Elena turns on her heels to the right, immediately transforming to receive the attack head-on, Rose on her left, although she does not transform, she receives the attack, what her aggressor did not count on was that she was armed and two daggers pierce both of her ribs, slicing her rival from the inside out. He doesn't hesitate to help his hostess when he gets to her side she detaches the arm from her shoulder with her snout and spits on it, the brunette smiles, they both look up and a shower of beasts are about to fall on her, Michael stops his walk protects Emilia with his body, Rose waits, Elena takes a run up jumps to attack one of so many. Michael closes his eyes listens to the roars of fights like howls of pain, he implores a miracle and his God heard him, a small pack comes to his aid.

Elena ends her fight not in very good shape, it was thanks to the help of the newcomers that she was able to save herself, she is in such bad condition that it is impossible for her to keep her wolf active, she shakes her head trying to regain her bearings as she turns into a woman, with blurred vision, wandering steps she cannot guide the British, she feels herself being pulled, as well as a warm surface and a sweet aroma very familiar to her, she manages to say "doctore" before losing consciousness.

The sun is high in a clear summer sky, illuminating a desert landscape: saguaros, cacti, prickly pears, spiders, scorpions, hares, rabbits, bighorn sheep, and bare feet that walk non-stop, not knowing where to go.

Elian's passion

Emilia's brown hair sways in the light desert breeze, her face already showing signs of sunburn, she cares little for the sweat on her clothes, clothes that are starting to bother her to the point that she starts to peel off her garments until she's down to her underwear, she uses her blouse and places it on her head to try to mitigate some of the sun's rays. She reaches a large saguaro tree, sits in its shade, panting, licks the salty sweat from both arms, she feels too tired, she is aware that she can't lean her back, her heavy eyelids give way to her tiredness, she falls into a deep sleep. A sound enters Emilia's sleeping ears making her wake up completely, drums, flutes reached her, she stands up, puts on her blouse, follows the sound until it reaches its source, when it arrives chants are heard along with sounds made by bules, tenabaris and coyolis, it reaches a certain distance, she sees the bower, she sees musicians and the yoremes yeye, she walks a little further, she reaches a certain distance to better see the deer dance, at her side an old woman arrives.

—*Usi tutuli . – offers a glass of water.

—*Yori – points to himself – Castile, please. – thanks for the water and drinks.

—And yet you are one of us.

—I've never considered myself that way. I was in Athens. How did I get here to the desert?

—The soul travels to where it belongs and you are from this land, a warm land, not from those distant lands.

—No more.

—You must be where your ancestors were.

—I'll have new ones.

—You can change your name, but by blood you never belong here, with your people.

"I know I have blood from you, but also from faraway lands, and I want to be there, not here. Forgive me." The girl resumes her walk, not knowing where to go.