Page 96 of Werewolves and Witches AU

He sniffs again, but also chuckles a little, and I don’t think I’ve ever heard a better sound. “Can you rub my face in it later? I have a small problem.”

My wolf guides me to the very edge of the building, where the updraft tosses me about dangerously. “Small problems are easy to solve, Magpie. Ye don’t use yer safe word for small problems.”

“Fine. I don’t have a small problem—I really, really fucked up.”

At the fear in Milo’s voice my wolf fights me for control. Dropping to my knees, I try my best to reassure him while I work out where the fuck he is. “I know, Magpie. But this is when we need to keep our heads. Assess the situation—”

He tries again to clarify. “No, you don’t understand, I absolutely fucked up. I thought I could fix it, and well…”

“I know.”

Annoyed, he growls at me. “Grrrr. Stop saying that you know. How can you possibly know how badly I fucked up?”

“Ye didn’t think yer were alone, did ye? That I’d let ye sneak away, and not know where ye went? And don’t growl at me, Pup.”

Milo gives another sob. “Wait, you’re here?”

“Aye”

“Whe—”

“Look up.”

He scoots forward a little on the tiny balcony he’s perched on, and tilts his face skyward. Grey eyes, set within a red and blotchy face from where he’s been crying, blink owlishly up at me, and the wind tosses his hair in every direction, but he’s still the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen. Then Milo smiles.

“I knew you were there,” he sniffs, and wipes his nose on his jacket—my jacket, I realise.

My wolf preens at the sight of our mate in my clothes. Even if it is two sizes too big.

“Did ye now? What happened to fucksparagus?”

“Still very much fucksparagus. Janus is on the other side of that door…” Milo thumbs over his shoulder, but I can’t see it from this angle. I lie down on the roof to get a better look.

“He has wolfsbane-laced silver bullets… You need to leave!”

My wolf growls at that instruction. The thought that we’d ever leave him, let alone in a situation like this, heats my blood.

“So hot.” Milo clamps a hand over his mouth. “Sorry.”

I stretch my arm over the roof for him to grab hold of. “Let me get ye off that balcony.”

He scrabbles to stand, and stretches up with his fingertips. But despite being tall, he isn’t tall enough. I end our phone call and discard the gadget beside me. Milo tucks his in his pocket.

“Climb up, Magpie. I’ve got ye.” I point to the fancy stone balustrade. His eyes widen. “Eyes on me, Milo.”

He smiles, takes a fortifying breath, and then nods. The relief that I haven’t destroyed his trust in me, even after the way I handled—or rather, didn’t handle—our first kiss, helps combat the perilous nature of our current situation.

Carefully, Milo grips the carved masonry and reaches higher. My truck on the street far below is the size of a toy, and a sudden wave of fear that my mate might lose his footing in the updraft and plummet to his death threatens to steal my breath.

Ensuring my grip around his wrist is strong and sure, I grab hold.

“Hi.” Milo smiles up at me.

Yeah, alright wolf, we get this troublesome witch safely off this balcony and there’ll be no more fighting this from me.

“Hi.” I smile back at my mate.

Flexing my forearm, I haul him up, and that’s when the balcony door he must have been sitting against flies open.