Willow blinked at Ursula.“Okay, then.”That was all she said before her eyes rolled up, her knees gave out and she headed for the floor.
Chapter Five
Seeing their mate headingfor the floor, Jacob employed every ounce of his preternatural speed to reach her before she hit the ground and hurt herself.He lifted her against him and what followed was a rushed panic as he and Liam practically fought each other trying to get her to the couch, while Ursula ran into the other room.
They had Libby—no,Willow, their mate’s name was Willow, and they needed to get that right—laid on a soft piece of furniture with her head resting on a pillow as Ursula came back with a bottle of what looked like clear liquid and a couple of pairs of trousers with their legs cut off.He and Liam had never seen anything like it but pulled them on when Ursula proclaimed she was “sick of seeing their junk swinging through the air as they moved.”Apparently, it was “distracting as fuck.”
He and Liam hovered around Ursula as she tended to their mate.As soon as Willow started to come around, Ursula moved so that Liam and he could crowd in.
“Are you truly okay, Willow?”Jacob asked his mate gently, sweeping the soft dark hair from her forehead as he stared deep into her gray eyes.
“Yeah,” she answered, sounding a little breathless, “I am not usually a fainting kinda girl, but like I said, it has been one hell of a couple of days.”
He and Liam gave her a little room as she moved to sit up, shifting back to sit on a low table that stood beside the couch.
“I would imagine,” Liam said in a gentle tone, “that seeing two men burst from a tattoo on your skin would also cause something of a similar reaction in most women.It is more of a surprise that you didn’t faint earlier.”
He watched as his mate took a drink from the clear bottle Ursula had handed to her.It was unlike any bottle he had ever seen before.Clear, with strange markings on it and as Willow drank from it, he could see that whatever material it was made out of, it was malleable.
Willow twisted a top on the bottle and handed it to him.“It’s made of plastic,” she said, having caught his obvious fascination with it.“Not the most environmentally friendly product in the world, but you can recycle it to be made into something else, so not the worst either.”
Jacob nodded like he got it, despite the fact he had not a clue what his mate was talking about and took the bottle from her.He gripped it, felt the material move beneath his hand and the cool water beneath the surface.It must be very thin for the temperature of the water it held to be so obvious to the touch.There would be many things in this new time that he would need to learn.
He looked back toward his mate.Not the least of which was this stunning, intriguing, reincarnated Goddess of a woman who was apparently his mate.
He watched as the sweetest sweep of color rose in her cheeks.“I don’t look anything like—her, do I?”Jacob’s wolf whimpered at the sadness in her whisper.
“No, you don’t.”Liam answered frankly and Jacob leaned back and punched him none too gently in the arm.“Ow, what the hell was that for?”Liam practically growled, his eyes taking on the telltale sign of his wolf.
“Two hundred years older and you still have no idea how to talk to our mate,” Jacob shook his head and turned back to face Willow.“Sorry, sweet—” his usual endearment for their mate fell from his lips and it felt right.“One thing you will quickly learn is that Liam has absolutely no idea how to be tactful and can come across as a complete ass.”
Jacob definitely did not flinch when his brother punched him back and pointedly ignored the numb feeling that followed.
“Fuck off, Jacob,” Liam grumbled, and Jacob grinned at the sweep of color that rose on his brother’s cheeks.“I do so know how to talk to you, love.I was going to add to my first statement and say that although you don’t look like Libby, you feel like her to our wolves.Your spirit calls to ours in a way that only a truly fated mate could.”
Jacob saw the shy smile that graced his mate’s face and almost wanted to take back the punch he’d laid on Liam.Almost, but hell no.
