“Well, that’s why we wanted you in with us. You see, Christine hasn’t been feeling well so I ran some tests just to be certain. And well, as I told her this morning, her cancer had returned, metastasizing to her bones. I also told her she had six months to live.”
“No. No!” I gasped, almost falling to the floor.
“Hold on,” the doctor said. “When she was brought to the hospital, needless to say we ran additional tests.”
She was dying. That’s why she wanted nothing to do with me. “And?”
“And what we found was remarkable. You’re a shifter, right?”
“Yes, but what does that have to do with anything?” I was bristling all over again.
The doctor walked closer. “Maybe everything since Christine told me you’d mated. Now, I don’t presume to understand anything about shifter biology, but a couple of my colleagues have taken some classes and are working with some shifter doctors.”
“So?”
“Easy,” Christine told me.
“So, it would seem that for whatever reason, your mating has not only stopped the advancement of the disease but erased it altogether.”
“What?” I had no idea what she was telling me.
Nodding, she smiled. “I’m serious. There is zero trace that she ever had cancer. The tests we took were last week. In that timeframe, her blood cells were replenished.”
“How is that possible?” I could barely breathe.
One of the men stepped up. “I’m Doctor Wainwright. I’ve seen a few cases of this nature. The best we can figure is that thanks to the two of you mating, the cells were attacked and eradicated. She is cured. My guess is that her body was responding to the mating and not the cancer. She is healthy and expected to live a full and happy life.”
I wasn’t a mushy guy. That had never been a part of my DNA, but hearing she was going to be alright broke me deep inside.
This time, I fell to the floor, still holding her hand.
For the first time in a very long time, I was thankful I was a shifter.
And I did something I’d never done before.
I burst into tears.
* * *
Woo-hoo.
This was it.
The big game everyone had been waiting for.
Long in coming.
Short in timing.
And the entire state’s group of reporters and even several national organizations had transcended on little ole Tampa Bay.
The headlines were wild, reports that two powerful shifters would shift on the ice fueling the hysteria.
There were even bookies taking bets on when it would happen right alongside who would win the game.
I was laughing about the whole damn thing, having the time of my life.
That was allowed since I was feeling good, had enjoyed the best sex of my life the night before, and had my woman right here in the stands cheering for me.
