I Got You!

Soren

Running through the trees, my wolf is determined to get to her. Our stride is so quick we can barely be seen with the naked eye.

My wolf’s fur is shining in the moonlight, the black strands glowing softly. Unlike normal wolves, mine has two looks. When he’s happy and calm, he looks like a normal black wolf.

He’s about double the size of a normal werewolf, but he looks like them.

And right now, with the taste of our mate on our tongue and the vivid image of what she must have looked like spread across our sheets running around in our head, we’ve never been happier or more determined in our lives.

Our long strides to our beautiful Lux are cut short when we hear a pained whimper. The kind of cry that has your soul breaking.

The kind of whimper that only someone who’s not ready to give up, but is so tired they’re about to, makes.

My wolf’s intent changes instantly, from happy to outraged.

My Lux is in danger. I will destroy the threat at any cost!

Making it into the clearing, I see dead wolves everywhere. Before I can even try to find the source of the whimper, I smell her.

My Lux! My Light! My Zayla!

My eyes lock on her naked body. Her eyes are closed, and her bloodied body is tense but weak. As soon as I move my eyes off her face, I notice the human man touching her and we fucking lose it.

Fire ignites through my bloodstream, and my wolf’s soul turns demonic. The flames have us screaming in pain as they flow through us.

Our body is being fueled by the running rivers of hellfire that crafted my home.

Leaping through the air, I snatch the human by his throat.

Clamping down on his neck, my fangs pierce his skin, allowing the molten lava my blood bleeds to fill his body, melting him from the inside out before ripping his head from his shoulders.

My fury is unleashed. No one threatens my mate!

With his head clamped firmly between my jaws, dripping gore, I whip around to face his little buddies.

At my enraged growl, they decide it’s smart to run. Their cowardly action has my wolf exploding.

~So you’re okay to watch your fucking friend touch what’s mine?! To fuck with the Death’s queen? But you’re too much of a fucking little bitch to handle the king?~

Not fucking happening! No one touches my light! Fucking ~nobody~!

I burn, ripping, rending the flesh of the remaining five wolves. My fury shakes the ground, portals popping up all over the place.

My reapers can’t help but be called to my side when I hit this point of rage.

However, they don’t cross over. They stay in Purgatory, watching as I pull the already dead wolf’s head clean from its shoulders.

My wolf is so focused on its need to punish those who hurt our precious mate that we’re blind to the world around us.

It isn’t until the words I never wanted to hear are said with sadness from behind the portals: “Our queen, death list.”

Their sad whispers sound like screams in my ear, gripping my attention.

I manage to pull my enraged wolf back in, the pain almost unbearable. As my human form takes over, I hear Zayla’s gargled breath.

She is lying on her stomach with her face in the dirt. Her arm is reaching out in my direction, almost like she is trying to crawl to me.

Running over to her, I grab her and pick her up.

I can’t stop the tears that run down my face as I cradle her to my chest.

This is my fault!

If I had let her complete the bond, she would have been healed already.

“Baby, please!! Just stay a little longer with me, I’m so sorry.” Laying her down again, I start licking her wounds.

Her breathing is forced and shallow. I am terrified my healing tongue won’t work. Fear this won’t work takes over, but I continue anyway.

There is no choice.

I can’t lose her.

The saliva in my spit speeds up the process of her healing. But not as fast as I would like. I’m meant to take lives, not give them, not heal them…

The knowledge of what I am is screaming out at me, telling me it won’t work, it’s not good enough to save her.

I finally finish licking all of her wounds, pull her to my chest, secure my arms around her as tightly as possible.

With my head buried in her hair, I can’t stop my tears falling on her shoulder.

I am the most powerful supernatural power in this world, and she has stolen my strength completely.

I can’t bear to see her injured. She’s so limp. The fire that lights my beautiful Lux has faded away, and with it, my heart.

“Please, Lux, please. Don’t leave me, please! I love you so much.”

Through my tears I notice some of her wounds are starting to heal. The small ones are closing, and even the bigger ones have stopped bleeding. This is a good sign.

Relief overcomes my despair. My Lux will live.

In spite of what I am.

I pull her up more, and her head leans on my shoulder. I move my hands so that I’m able to carry her once I stand up.

On two feet, I notice that my reapers have their portals surrounding us, shielding us from the outside world.

Their need to protect us shines through on their saddened expressions.

“Leave us!” My tone is pained, but still holds my authority. With light nods of their heads, they begin closing their portals.

The only thing showing they were there are the scorch marks from the portals touching the earth.

Once the path is clear enough, I start walking toward my house. My need to get my Zayla to some place warm, and out of sight, is taking over all of my senses.

She remains still for the two-mile run. It isn’t until we reach my cabin that she starts to move.

She shifts slightly in my arms; the movement sends tingles all over my body and has my wolf happier than ever.

Moving my hand to open the door, her hand comes up around my neck. Zayla turns her face to my ear, nuzzling herself into the spot between my shoulder and my neck.

“Soren,” she breathes in a sigh, pulling in as much of my scent as her weak body will allow.

Walking into the house, I shut the door behind us quickly. Her breathing has become louder and stronger. Her heart is pounding against her rib cage. Her body is healing.

Maybe not at its normal rate, but she is healing!

Clasping my one free hand under her leg, I pull her even closer to me, my body enflamed by the sparks skin-to-skin contact raises between us.

My strides to my room are slower, my body fighting with itself with the knowledge that I’m going to have to set her down once I make it to my bed.

That thought goes out the window quickly. Once I walk through the door to my room, I’m halted in my tracks.

Zayla’s head moves quickly, her mouth and fangs clamping down on my flesh.

Marking me as hers forever.

What has she done?!