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She nods and as we’re walking into the room, Dustin walks in holding two trays. You can set them over there.” I nod my head toward the couch and coffee table.
I watch as Dustin smiles at Angel. I’m going to throat punch him if he doesn’t stop flirting with my mate.
“Feeling better Angel?” He asks her, all smiling happiness.
“Yes, thank you Dustin.”
“Thanks Dustin, that’s all for tonight.” I tell him gruffly. If he doesn’t leave soon, Cyran is going to growl at him and scare our mate. He has the audacity to snicker as he turns to leave. “Sleep well Angel.” He says before scurrying out the door. Bastard. He’s doing this on purpose to get a rise out of me.
I take her over to the bed first and set her down. I pull out the clothes and look at what Dustin brought her. Nothing in here looks like something she can sleep in. I sigh and look at her. “I’ll be right back.” I tell her.
I go to my room and grab one of my shirts and a pair of draw string shorts. It doubt she will be able to wear them even with the drawstring, but we’ll give it a shot. I’m kind of glad that she’s going to be wearing my shirt. It will ensure that my scent is on her, calming Cyran and I a bit since she doesn’t wear our mating mark yet.
When I return, I pull my shirt over her head, helping her to find the arm holes. She pulls the towel off underneath the shirt and pulls the shirt down beneath her. It falls past her knees. I frown and look at the shorts. “I brought these, but I doubt they will stay on.” my
“This is fine, it’s more than I’ve had to wear in a long time.” Cyran growls in head at that, and I watch her wrap her arms around herself. She’s swimming in my shirt it’s so large on her. But she doesn’t seem to care and I catch her sniffing it a couple of times. Good, at least she seems to like my scent, that’s something.
I make sure she eats, even though she doesn’t eat as much as I’d like her to, definitely not as much as a normal wolf, maybe not even as much as a human. She drinks more water than required, which is good.
When she’s done, I put her back into bed, tucking her in. I sit beside her, knowing she won’t be awake long.
“My wolf, Cyran says he can sense that you have a wolf but she’s dormant. Is that correct?”
She nods at me. “Yes. Alessia went quiet years ago.” She looks down, plucking at the blanket on her bed. “She worked so hard at first to heal me. She saved my life. once when I was nearly killed by a visiting vampire and he didn’t want to stop. feeding on me. But over time, I became weak and it weakened her as well. I only hear her on rare occasions now.”
I nod. “As you get stronger, she should get stronger too. We’ll work on getting you both back in good health, okay?”
Her smile is sad. I’m not sure if she doesn’t believe me or if there is something. else concerning her.
I wait until she falls asleep and then I head downstairs. I need to let Cyran out. He’s been fighting me and pushing to be closer to our mate. We’re both disturbed at the state our mate is in. I’m hoping a run will ease his frustration as well as mine.
I see Dustin as I head out. “Let me know if anything happens. She’s asleep and I want to know the minute she wakes up if she does.” He nods and I strip and jump off the back porch of the packhouse shifting mid-air.
We run for hours. It feels good to be out and running. We check up on the patrols. and see that everyone is taking the vampire threat seriously. That reminds me that I need to contact Rik and let him know about the possibility of a vampire attack.
When I get back, I shift and start to change. The packhouse is quiet, most everyone is asleep. As I start to walk inside, I hear a blood curdling scream. Before I can even think, Cyran has taken over and shifted back, tearing up the steps of the packhouse to get to our mate.
After the bath and the food, I’m exhausted. I’m so thankful that Liam doesn’t start peppering me with questions again. It scares me that Alessia will start to get stronger and we might be found out, but I’m also thrilled at having my wolf back. She’s been more active since we woke up, much more so than she has been in the past couple of years, so I’m hopeful that she can get strong and we can leave before Liam realizes what she is.
I don’t remember falling asleep, but I’m suddenly back in the feeding room. The screams, the smells, all of it batters my senses again. Somewhere in my mind, I know this is a dream but it feels so real. When Prince Keenan turns his gaze to me, his eyes are blood red, his fangs are extended.
“Did you think you could escape me? Did you think I wouldn’t find you and bring you back? You belong to me. You’re mine!” He snarls it at me before grabbing my head, pulling my neck to the side and sinking his fangs into my neck.
I’m scream, sitting up in bed, still feeling the pain of his fangs savagely plunging into my neck. I’m still screaming when a huge sandy colored wolf breaks through the door to my bedroom, bounding onto the bed, covering me in his warmth and filling my nose with the scent of the forest, the scent I love.
I grab hold of his fur, burying my face in his neck. He lays down on top of me. “Is she okay Alpha?” I hear Dustin from somewhere over by the door. I can’t move, I can’t let go. This wolf has become my lifeline.
Liam must have mind linked him because I hear his footsteps moving away, down the hall.
I feel Cyran’s chest rumbling with something that sounds like a purr. The sound is calming and helps me to get my breathing back under control. He begins rubbing his face against my face and neck, letting me hold on to him with my death grip.
When the warmth of his body starts to penetrate the cold fear of mine, I finally relax my grip on him. “I’m sorry.” I whisper it into his fur, iny face still pressed against his neck.
I feel more than hear him chuff at my words. As I get my bearings and begin to relax, I realize that this wolf is really big, bigger than my father’s. His body is longer than mine in my human form. I wonder how tall he stands. I’m short, so he may be as tall as I am. I guess it’s because he’s an Alpha.
I pull back and look at him. His dark eyes shining back at me. “You must be
Cyran.”
He licks my nose and I can’t help but giggle. I look him over as best I can in the dark. “You’re a huge wolf, you know that? And beautiful.” I run my fingers through his fur. “Your fur is so soft.” He pushes his face against my hand. I chuckle, “You like that, huh?” A soft bark is my answer.
We sit like that for a minute. He’s heavy, but the weight of him helps me to feel grounded. His whine makes me look at him. He wants to know what happened.
I shake my head. “Just a nightmare.” I feel tears forming in my eyes, and I sniff. ” I was back there in the feeding room,” I look at Cyran, “That’s what I called it, the feeding room. And he was there, Prince Keenan. He said he’d found me and that I belong to him, that I’m his.” Cyran growls low and menacing against me.” I don’t want to go back there.” I say it in barely more than a whisper, but I know he can hear me.
He begins licking the tears off my face. He continues until my tears stop falling and I settle. My hands are still running through his fur. There is something calming about running your hands over an animal, the repetitive motion relaxing you over time. Cyran is patient with me, allowing me the time I need to calm down.
“I’m okay now. You don’t have to stay.” I tell him. He lifts his head and looks at me, huffing at me before licking my nose again and laying his large head back. down on my chest.
I smile, my hands coming to rest on his neck and chest. “Thank you.” I say and I drift back to a dreamless sleep.
When I wake in the morning, he is gone but the blankets still have the warmth of his body on them, so I know he hasn’t been gone long. I sit up, realizing I need to use the bathroom and hoping I’m strong enough to get myself there.
I slowly slide off the bed until my feet are on the floor. This time, I hold on to the bed as I stand. My legs feel a little bit stronger and I use the bed as a crutch as I walk to the end. From there, I have about five steps until I get to the door of the bathroom. ‘You can do this, you can do this’, I chant to myself.
Just as I’m about to take the first step, the door opens and a freshly showered Liam walks in. “Whoa, whoa, what are you doing?” He’s in front on me in three large strides, scooping me into his arms.
“I need a to use the bathroom.”
‘Geez, I wasn’t gone that long and you were out when Cyran finally jumped down.” He says as he walks me to the bathroom. He sets me down in front of the toilet. Okay, I don’t care how weak I am, I’m not peeing in front of this man.
He looks at me, his eyes squinting. “I’m going to step outside, but the minute you are done, you let me know and I’ll come back and get you, deal?”
I smile, “Deal.”
He walks out but leaves the door open. I sigh, it’s more than I expected but I would have liked the door to be closed. Thankfully, I have to go so badly that it doesn’t matter. I finish up, and stand, using the counter to get to the sink. I’ve just turned the water on before he’s right behind me, hands on my hips holding me steady.
“Doc Phillips will be by soon. I have food being sent up for you. You will need to stay on bedrest again today and continue to drink and eat to regain your strength.”
It sounds like he’s giving instructions before he leaves. “Are you going somewhere?” I ask.
“I have to go into the city. My company offices are there, and I have to take care of some things that have been sitting while I was waiting for you to wake up.”
