“Her stomach was hurting before I left,” Drake said as he stepped up to the closed door and knocked in a surprisingly gentle way. “Bethany, love, are you okay?”
Jen turned to Decebel and met his eyes.“We might need Rachel. Can you get her?”
Decebel nodded.“I’m on it.”
Jen turned back to Drake as he banged on the closed door. After a few moments he paused and there was silence. Then they both heard Bethany whimper, “There’s so much blood.”
Drake felt the wind being sucked from his lungs as her words penetrated his mind. Blood. She’d said there was so much blood. “Bethany, what blood? Why is there blood, baby?”
He could feel her confusion and he wanted to reassure her, but he didn’t know what was wrong; he didn’t know if everything would be alright. What he needed to know was where the hell the blood was coming from.
“Bethany, please unlock the door so I don’t have to break it down,” he said to her through the bond, hoping it would jar her into action. She seemed to be frozen.
“I don’t want to get blood on you,”she responded and her voice sounded far away as though she were in a trance.
“Did you cut yourself shaving? Is that why there is blood?”he asked. There was no response. After several seconds Drake lost the little patience he was clinging to. “Jen I’ll replace the door.”
He grabbed the door handle and started to twist it but stopped when Jen’s hand landed on top of his.
“What are you going to do once you get in there?” she asked him quietly. “She’s probably naked as the day she was born and not in her right mind. Are you just going to barge in there and see her in all her glory?”
“I don’t give a damn if she’s naked or dressed in a potato sack. I want to know that she’s okay,” Drake bit out.
“Let her keep some of her dignity. Don’t let the first time you see her be like this.”
“Do you honestly think I really give a damn about how she looks?” Drake knew he needed to bring his temper down, but it angered him that Jen could imply that he would take advantage of the situation. “All I want to know is why there is blood, how much blood, and how to stop it. I want to keep her safe!”
“Good,” said a new female voice. “Then let’s figure out what’s going on so that we can accomplish that.” Rachel, the Romania wolves’ gypsy healer, was calm and collected not only in her words but also in her appearance.
“Perfect,” Jen said in a completely different tone than she’d been using with the angry wolf.
He frowned at her. “You were stalling me.”
His Alpha female nodded. “Yes, yes I was. If you want to break in now, by all means,” she said, motioning toward the door. “Go ahead.”
“Maybe let me or Jen enter first, okay?” Rachel suggested.
That was fine with Drake; he just wanted the door removed from in between him and his mate. He twisted the handle of the door until he heard an audible snap and then slowly pushed the door open, not wanting to startle her.
“Jen, myself, and Rachel, she’s one of the gypsy healers, are coming into the room,” he told her, hoping that explaining what was happening would keep Bethany from being startled. Regardless of how badly he wanted to see her, Drake didn’t want to frighten her more than she already was, so he pushed the door open slowly. Rachel started to step around him but was stopped by the projectile body flying at him. Drake immediately opened his arms and found them quickly filled with his towel-clad, crying mate.
Her arms had a death grip on his neck and she’d buried her face into his shoulder. Drake rubbed a hand down her back trying to calm her. “Shh,” he soothed. “Calm down, love.”
He didn’t pay attention when Jen and Rachel both walked around them and moved further into the bathroom. He also didn’t pay attention to the silent hand gestures and soundless words coming from Jen. It wasn’t until Rachel tapped him on the shoulder that wasn’t currently occupied by his crying mate that Drake finally gave anyone else a second thought.
He turned his head to look at the healer. “It would probably be best if Jen and I handle this one.”
Drake started to pull away but Bethany just held on tighter. When he looked at Rachel again she nodded her understanding and leaned forward to whisper to the young girl. Drake tried really hard not to listen despite his excellent wolf hearing, but he wasn’t able to tune it all out.
He got bits and pieces, the main one being about the bleeding. He felt her stiffen in his arms as Rachel’s words began to register in her mind. Clearly, the girl was embarrassed. Just as she was about to scramble out of his arms, Drake held her tighter and pulled her back to look down into her aquamarine eyes. “Never be embarrassed with me. You’re safe with me. In all ways, you’re safe.”
She held his stare and finally nodded. “Okay.” Bethany wiped away some stray tears as she continued to look at him. “I think you should probably wait outside.”
Drake’s lips lifted ever so slightly in a small grin. “I’ll be waiting for you when you’re done. Take your time.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and then set her on her feet and quietly left the bathroom, pulling the door gently closed behind him.
As soon as the latch caught, Drake let out an audible sigh.
“Everything okay?” A deep voice asked. Drake turned to find Decebel and Gavril, Rachel’s mate, standing in the living area.
