But none of them matter.
Morgan is human.
My world is too dangerous to ever bring him into it.
But he’s already in it.
I’ve made such a fucking mess of this. But instead of letting him go and setting him on the floor, I hold him against my chest and run a hand through his hair, over and over until his heart rate slows, and his breathing evens out.
I should take him upstairs, let Corey keep an eye on him. It’s the second time something like has happened in as many days. An after effect of Corey’s blood, maybe? I have no fucking idea, but maybe he does.
Morgan stirs in his sleep. I brace for him to push off me, but instead he turns his head, nose resting in the crook of my neck. His deep inhale hits me hard, a dull ache in my chest that hurts with how much I want it.
The soft, contented sigh he lets out almost kills me.
He doesn’t know the truth.
How could he?
Maybe his subconscious feels a whisper of the connection that fate’s dangled between us, but if Morgan was awake, there’s no way he’d be doing this.
As much as I want to keep hold of him just a little longer, I can’t.
The door opens as I stand, Morgan a dead weight in my arms. Instinct takes over, the low, warning growl slipping out far too easily.
Callum freezes in the doorway. “What the fuck did you do?”
“Nothing.”
His eyebrows rise. “Doesn’t look like nothing. Doesn’t smell like it either.”
I hate to think what scents I’m giving off right now. Part of me doesn’t give a shit but thank fuck the rest of me still clings to some perspective. It still takes way too long for me to gather my self-control. “He had a panic attack. I’m taking him to see Corey to make sure it’s not connected to the blood he gave him.”
Cal nods. “When you’re done with that, come back down. We have news.”
Flint and Mal appear behind him, not bothering to hide their curiosity or shock at seeing Morgan in my arms.
I ignore them all and stalk past towards the stairs.
Corey’s waiting for me when I get there. He frowns when he sees Morgan, still unconscious. “What happened?”
“We were talking, and I think he had a panic attack and passed out.”
“What the fuck did you say to him?” He heads over to the bed Morgan was in before and waits for me to set him down.
I give him a brief rundown of our conversation.
He scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah, that’d probably do it.”
“It happened so quickly. One second we were talking. The next he couldn’t catch his breath and then he was out cold. Is that normal?” I don’t know if that’s typical for a panic attack, I’ve never seen someone have one before. “Or could it be your blood still affecting him?”
Corey frowns. “Honestly? I don’t know.” He rubs his jaw, eyes narrowed as he looks at Morgan. “It could be a reaction between the wolf and human blood inside him. I can’t say for sure, because I’ve never given my blood to a human before.”
I bite back a growl.
But he’s too close to hide my feelings from him.
“I was saving his life, Lynx.”
