My heart hammered in my throat as my wolf bounded over to me. I stood there stupidly, staring at the weeping holes in my hands, which were nearly closed. Werewolves had rapid healing but notthisrapid, andnotwhen silver was involved. I should be in surgery right now … I should be…
I gasped as my wolf jumped into the air, headed right for me. Tensing, I flexed my muscles, preparing for her to slam into me. The hit never came, because right before she reached me, she went semitransparent and was sucked inside of me. There was pressure, slight pain, and then it was gone.
“What thefuckwas that!” Eugene stood, naked and holding his junk as he stared at me, wide-eyed.
Sawyer walked across the room and I totally shamelessly checked out his amazing naked ass. He opened a linen closet and slipped on some basketball shorts. When he returned, he gave Eugene a large blanket. I was assuming because no shorts of his would fit the giant man.
“That was an assassination attempt,” Sawyer told him as Eugene wrapped the blanket around his waist like a towel.
Eugene shook his head. “No.Her.”
Sawyer stepped closer to the head of security. “Thatwas an assassination attempt.”
Eugene’s eyes widened. “Sawyer, I work for your father. I have to tell him about her—”
“You protectme! Next year you will work forme.”
Conflict warred in Eugene’s gaze and he looked from me and back to Sawyer.
“Please,” Sawyer begged. “Don’t tell him about Demi.”
Eugene’s eyes widened and the sound of footsteps drew nearer.
“Why not?” Eugene whispered.
Silence descended over the room as Sawyer weighed his answer, before looking over at me sadly.
He lowered his voice to barely a whisper: “Because my father will have her killed.”
Fear trickled into my bones at his declaration, and then the footsteps arrived. Twenty armed Wolf City guards burst into Sawyer’s apartment, eyes wide.
Eugene took a deep breath and held the blanket firmly around him. “Please inform the alpha there has been an assassination attempt by the vampire coven. I’ll want to do a full investigation.”
Somewhere in the past few minutes, I’d started crying. I was still staring at my hands, now fully healed, as tears splashed down on them.
Sawyer’s bare feet came into view and he reached down and picked me up, scooping me under the knees and holding me tightly to his chest. “I’m taking her to the hospital to get checked out,” Sawyer informed the men present.
“I’ll take her, sir.” One of them reached for me and Sawyer growled, low and deep in his throat, causing the man to back up several steps until he bumped into the wall.
He walked me out the front door and I couldn’t stop crying, the tears tracing tracks down my cheeks and onto his bare chest.
What was wrong with me? What the hell was that back there? I moved like a vampire, I fought alongside my wolf, my hands healed in seconds!
“I’m scared,” I whimpered, no longer caring about acting cool in front of Sawyer. Whatever dreams I had of this man picking me as his wife and mate were dashed when I fucking caught bullets midair like a freak.
He looked down at me, conflicted emotions warring in his face. “Me too,” he finally said, and it was not what I wanted to hear.
Not at all.
“So,first date was a little bust, no biggie.” Sage sat at my bedside in the hospital, which, surprise, was called Hudson Emergency Room. It seemed his family owned everything in Werewolf City. Everything important anyway.
I snorted. “A little bust? We all nearlydied.”
What a horrible first date. Sawyer was clearly never going to speak to me again. Because of me, he had threatened Eugene and lied to his father. This was so fucked, and it sucked because I really liked him.
Sage shrugged. “I mean, if you want to be the alpha’s wife, you need to be used to attacks.”
I didn’t respond, because this wasn’t an attack for the alpha’s son, it was for me, but I hadn’t told her that.
