Isolde didn't notice when Sylvie left the room, she was too absorbed in feeling Kyrie's skin temperature, the healing wound under the bandage and even going so far as to pry at her eyelids to check the color of the whites of the orb. She frowned as Dr. Ray hovered as if he was accustomed to others kowtowing to him. Of course, they did, Isolde thought absently. He was a doctor. Without turning toward him, Isolde said,<br/><br/>"I have seen you around town and had heard someone refer to you as Ray but I don't think I actually know your true name.Forgive me if I have assumed you are Dr. Ray. For all I know you are Dr. Raymond Osgood from Yugoslavia. " she chuckled dryly. " You probably only know me as the apothecary, Isolde, but I am Isolde Devereax, lately from Boston."<br/><br/><br/>Kyrie's eyes fluttered as she looked up, her body trembling, "I can't...remember..." She shook her head, her voice wavered. Her eyes were wide with fright. "I can't....remember anything....." Tears slipped over her cheeks then. "The last thing I remember is the cafe....my book...I got up and left...and the snow was terrible..I couldn't see....and then..." She shook her head, holding her hand over the wound on her neck, it bled slightly to her movement. "Nothing..."<br/><br/>"Kyrie...don't over exert yourself..." Ray warned.  "Isolde, what should we do? Why isn't she healing? What is wrong?" He asked in quick succession.<br/><br/>Isolde frowned and crossed the room to have a word of private conference.<br/><br/>"I have had extensive experience in healing, herbally and magikally, but some cases defy logic. The trauma may have caused the loss of memory and could naturally heal itself if she has an optimal recovery environment. On the other hand, no matter what, she might always have a hole in her memory. There is no sure what to predict that. The wound is healing, externally at least, but her system seems compromised.," Isolde lowered her voice, " since internally she isn't progressing as I have seen in the past, that is a wild card. Something was in the bite. Of course, it should have killed her or allowed her to have been changed, but this, " she shook her head and the red curls swirled as if on fire. "I'm not sure."<br/>Ray watched Isolde for her answer, a hopeful look on his elegant face.<br/><br/>The door burst open and a younger man stepped into the room then, he rubbed his eyes and yawned. He glared at Isolde for a long moment, his stare empty. "Who is she?" He asked, his voice disgruntled. His brows pulled together and he crossed his arms over his chest. He wore a black tank and dark blue fleece pajama bottoms. His muscles could be seen quite well, his collarbones sticking out like mountains against his skin.<br/><br/>"Gus..." Kyrie gave a soft smile, her eyes full of love for him. She relaxed back into the bed a bit, her body growing weaker, her eyes fluttering. Her skin was just as pale as it had been when Dolph had first found her. Her heartbeat was becoming weaker, the rings around her eyes seemed to suck in against her cheekbones, creating a gaunt look about her. She looked much of a cancer patient on the last stretch, the point of no return.<br/><br/>Isolde stepped forward cautiously. This man was a vampire as was the good doctor but his aura was an ugly muddied shade. Isolde liked vampires, had been a consort for a powerful one for ages, but this man made her blood run cold and her wish to cast a blood spell to ward off his evil.<br/><br/>"I am Isolde, the healer," she answered simply.<br/><br/>Gus smirked and came to the bed, slipping past the witch and sliding easily behind her. He pulled her back to his chest and looked to the witch once more. "Are you here to make her well?" He asked, his eyes boring into her and possessively picking up Kyrie, keeping her close to his body.  Isolde watched the way her sniffed the notch of her throat as if he craved her blood. Isolde recognized his need of her. She was surprised at the girl's reaction to him.<br/><br/>"I am here to aid in her recovery, " Isolde replied quietly.<br/><br/>Turning to the doctor, she said,<br/>"My man will be out and about for a day or two, I could come here and give her 24 hour care during that absence if you wish. She needs to rest and be surrounded by those who love her. You need to speak of pleasant things and assure her of her safety. I can bring more potions, these not as potent but therapeutic in nature. The first 72 hours are crucial. If you and your wife need to think on this, I can go back to my house and you can call on me."<br/><br/>Isolde rose to go, something about the young man, Gus, Kyrie had called him, unsettled her. A secret smile passed  her lips, a smile that was sweet but deeply devilish.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/>Deep in the woods, Dolph, a large silver wolf,ran shoulder to shoulder with the gray alpha male. They had enjoyed a marvelous chase of a 12 point buck, all of the bounding stomach deep in the snow. Dolph's nose quivered as he smelled forbidden blood. As an animal, he didn't remember the potion or Isolde but that sweet coppery scent made him froth at the mouth and shudder with the sensation that preceded vomiting.<br/><br/>A man's body lay torn and mangled in the snow, directly in the path where the wolves ran. The others in the pack sniffed the man, one sampling the flesh, but something in Dolph seemed to come unglued. He swung around, standing over the corpse, baring his teeth. The others backed down and the alpha joined him. The alpha female touched her muzzle to her mate's with a faint whine. He huffed, transmitting his leadership decision, and the pack with Dolph, gamboled farther into the mountain. As he moved away from the scent, Dolph felt better, happier, stronger, freer. He adored this time of running with the wolves.