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I make a point of sniffing the air. “Nope. I still don’t smell Alpha on you.
He sneers as me. “Since I have no idea how long it will be until your birthday, I’ll just have to keep giving you my venom. I’ve heard that with enough venom and completing the mating process, you can make an underage wolf accept the mate bond.”
“You’re disgusting, you know that?”
He begins walking over to me. “Am 1, mate?” He stresses the word again.
He reaches down and takes the plate of food. “Time to eat.” He picks up pieces of food and attempts to hand feed me.
I turn my face away. “Not hungry.”
He grabs my chin and pulls my face around to his. “Of course you are. You’ve barely eaten all week. Eat!” He barks it at me and attempts to put a command behind it.
I snort at his feeble attempt as the command rolls off me like water over rocks. “I will accept nothing that you to give me. Or should I say, force on me.” I glare at him as his hand squeezes my chin even tighter.
“Fine! Then we’ll just keep doing it this way until you are too weak and your body final accepts my mate mark.” In one quick movement, his hand grabs my hair and yanks my head to the side. He slams his canines into my neck, milking them into my body pushing more and more venom into my system.
I scream as the pain becomes overwhelming. He pulls his canines out, only to sink them in again and continues to milk the punctures like humans do to snakes to collect their venom. I feel Artemis push forward to try to combat the venom in our system as the world goes dark again.
In my dazed state, I hear what sounds like a battle. Screams, crashing, things breaking. I can’t tell if it’s real or if I’m dreaming. I fade in and out until the sounds become so loud that I realize there really is a battle going on outside my room.
I try to say something, anything, but my body will not work. My head feels full of cotton, and I can’t think clearly. My body feels paralyzed, or maybe I just can’t feel that it’s moving. I’m not sure.
I hear a loud crash that sounds close. Snarling and fighting. It sounds like wolves. tearing each other apart. I should be in this fight. I’m a Guardian, that’s my job, my life. But I still can’t make myself get up. I can’t even open my eyes.
Suddenly, the door bursts open and everything goes quiet. Then I hear heavy breathing.
“I’m getting her out of here.” I know that voice, but I can’t place it. It sounds familiar, soothing. I hope he means he’s getting me out of here.
I feel the restraints on my wrists cut off, the person hissing as the silver touches their skin. Then I’m being lifted, cradled in strong arms that make me feel safe. Weird, I don’t even know who it is, but I feel safe. The smell of a freshly cooked brownies floods my senses. Instinctively, I lean into the smell, trying to curl into it, but my body still will not respond.
“I’ve got you. You’re safe now Cara.”
I want to reply that we’re not safe. Eli is here somewhere, and we need to go. But the words do not come.
I feel myself being carried. I begin to hear more sounds of fighting, the smell of blood and death heavy in the air.
He stops walking. “Call my father. Tell him I have her and I’m bringing her home. Liam is staying, he’s going after Eli. You’re in charge.” Liam is here. Liam will make sure th
I’m safe.
I hear another voice that sounds familiar, but I can’t place it. “How is she?”
There’s a long pause. “Time will tell.”
My rescuer is moving again. I feel the cool air of the late winter weather as I’m carried outside. I hear more sounds of fighting, but we are going in the opposite direction. I don’t know how long we walk before I’m gently set down. It smells like a new car. I’ve rarely had the opportunity to smell a new car, but once you have, you never forget that smell.
“Hang on love, I’ll be right back.” My brownie-smelling man says, before he steps away and I immediately feel cold and lost again. Thankfully, it isn’t long before he returns. “Ok love. Kai and I can’t stand the scent of that disgusting Beta on you another minute, so I’m going to put one of my shirts on you instead. If you’re mad at me about it my little guardian, I’d be happy to have you get up and fight me.”
I feel him unbuttoning the shirt I have on, before removing it. Then he pulls a soft shirt over my head and pushes my arms through the arm holes. I’m surrounded by the scent of brownies fresh out of the oven. It’s the most comforting smell I can imagine. It feels like home. It makes the rhythm of my heart slow, and I feel safe again. Once he pulls the shirt down and covers me the best he can, he leans the seat back, straps me in and closes the door.
I fall back into unconsciousness. I don’t know how long we drive. I periodically come to some level of consciousness and hear my rescuer talking quietly to someone on the phone. Sometimes, it seems like he’s talking to me, telling me where we are or that everything will be ok, holding my hand. His thumb rubbing over the back of my hand sends soothing tingles into my body which relaxes me and lulls me back to sleep.
The next time I wake, my brownie-smelling man has me in his arms again. I smell the scent of antiseptic and cleanser. “Where do you want her?” My rescuer asks.
“You can put her on the stretcher, we’ll take it from here Alpha.”
“No, I’ll carry her. Where is she going?”
“This way, follow me.”
Before long, I’m being laid on a bed. There are several people surrounding me, attaching things to me, putting needles into my arms.
“Alpha, what can you tell us?”
“Not much. When I found her she was unconscious.” I hear a snarl before he continues, “Her neck is bruised and has multiple puncture wounds, but it doesn’t appear that the attempt to mark her worked.”
“Where is she? Where is my daughter?” I hear my father bellow before the darkness takes me again.
Cooper Author
Cara is home! Hopefully all those bite marks will heal..
She will be in an amazing amount of pain. Venom, when rejected like this, basically acts as a poison in the system. Her whole body will feel like it’s on fire. She will need rest after she regains consciousness. Her training will have to take a back seat to her recovery.”
“Understood.”
“As I said, we’ll know more once the results of the blood work come back.”
I don’t take my eyes off Cara. “Thank
“Yes, thank you.” Mr. Nelson repeats. you doctor.” I say.
We sit in silence as Dr. Harris leaves, both lost in our own thoughts.
Nurses come and go, checking her vital signs, and the tubes in her arms. My father comes in and puts a reassuring hand on my shoulder while looking at Mr. Nelson. “Your daughter is strong Clint. Stronger than any other wolf I’ve ever met. Stronger than you and Lily. She’ll pull through this.”
Mr. Nelson just nods. His eyes, as he watches his daughter, are filled with an agony and grief that I’m sure are reflected in my own.
My father pulls up a chair and waits with us. It isn’t long after that Dr. Harris returns.
He nods his head at each of us. “Alpha, Alpha, Guardian. I have the results of Cara’s blood work.” He stops and looks at all of us. “Bad news first. Her body is flooded with the Beta’s venom. It has spread throughout her system. The good news. It is being rejected. In every instance of blood that we tested, it is being rejected.”