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“I used a lot of my magic fighting. I can’t stop her bleeding. She is in a lot of pain.”
Gwen’s words punctured my heart further. “Do something, please.”
She held Naomi’s hand and, without saying a word, she closed her eyes and opened then again.
“I absorbed some of her pain. She really needs to see the healers,”
Gwen said.
Everyone’s eyes held fear and worry, seeing Naomi in such a horrible state. It scared me deeply.
I dashed to the castle as quickly as I could, and all of the Dark Circle witches and wolves who had attacked there were dead, just like the ones in the cemetery.
Allen and Mason rushed to my side as they noticed me approaching with a wounded Naomi in my arms.
I couldn’t reply to any of their insane questions at the moment. My utmost priority was saving my mate. I made my way to Naomi’s chamber and, carefully, I placed her on the bed. My body is now covered in her blood. Riannon burst through the door, her eyes widening as she saw her in that state, and she was soon by her side, sobbing profusely.
I mind-linked the pack’s healers at once to come to see Naomi. Just then, Morgan came bustling through the door with Valerie, stalking behind.
My emotions were all over the place, and I couldn’t hide my rage and vexation. It had blinded me already, and I couldn’t stop myself.
“Come on, Valerie. Why on earth did you allow her to do something so dangerous?”
I charged angrily at Valerie, but Morgan was quick to grab me before I could successfully reach her, pushing me against the wall.
He was very strong, but his strength couldn’t wrestle against mine. I was stronger. I pushed myself out of his grasp.
This was all Valerie’s fault. She knew Naomi wasn’t like us. She didn’t have her wolf and couldn’t even defend herself properly, yet she sent her to retrieve the stone.
What the fvck was she thinking?
Not once did Valerie spare me a glance; her focus was on my mate, Naomi. Speedily, Valerie hurried to Naomi’s side, her hands inspecting her carefully at the places she was bleeding profusely from. In a few seconds, she began muttering chants while her fingers danced skillfully over Naomi’s wounds.
The door was pushed open, and Gwen rushed in, accompanied by another witch. Behind them were the pack healers.
“Everyone, please give us the room. We need to tend to her at once.”
Valerie turned to Morgan, Allen, Riannon, and me, indicating we left. Well, that’s a bloody no.
I sent her a fierce look. “Like fvck I would. I am not leaving her side in that state of hers!”
“Please, Alpha. There’s no time to argue. She is badly wounded and needs urgent treatment. We can’t have you all here while we undress her,”
Valerie urged again, her tone pleading.
As if I really care. There was no way I was leaving my mate in such a state. I charged forward at her, but Morgan gripped me again.
“Enough, brother. Rage won’t do us any good. This is Naomi’s life on the line. Let the witches and healers do their work,”
He spoke quietly. My eyes fell into his emerald green depths, which showed nothing but pain as well.
I couldn’t hold back the tears that escaped my eyes.
I nodded.
Reluctantly, I left the chamber with everyone, leaving just the witches and healers to tend to my mate.
I rubbed my palm against the back of my neck, leaning on the wall. “You have to pull through. Please, Mate.”
Killian’s point of view
Gosh. These hours have been the longest hours of my life.
I have been waiting outside Naomi’s chamber for only the goddess knows how long. My wolf was pacing around, panicking. He was agitated. He wanted to see our mate, to see her awake and out of pain. To have those beautiful eyes of hers stare back at me. I groaned in frustration. Grabbing a handful of my hair in my hands, I felt like dying, knowing something bad could happen to her. She shouldn’t have to go through any of this. I wish I could save her from the pain she was going through.
I felt rage and impatience mixing with the frustration entrenched in my bones. But I had to be calm. I couldn’t afford to lose control. Naomi needed me to be sane when she awakes.
I took a deep, and calm breath, hearing Morgan’s voice through the mind link. The warriors had cleaned up the disgusting remnants of the Dark Circle army within the pack. Even the witches also helped in fixing the damage around the pack, tending to the injured warriors along with the healers.
But I couldn’t concentrate on the pack now, not when my mate was in such a terrible state.
My head snapped up at the sound of the door to Naomi’s chamber opening. I was on my feet when the Pack’s healer, Maggie, stepped out with her assistants. One after the other, they lowered their heads and rushed past me.
Maggie approached me, lowering her head in respect.
“How is she doing?”
I asked, noting the fear that was rising in my tone.
Maggie heaved a sigh and pursed her lips. “She was badly injured everywhere. The wounds are very deep. Frankly, I am surprised that she’s able to survive, more so, being without her wolf.”
Maggie paused, inhaling. “We managed to stop the bleeding, and the witches were able to heal her wounds, but -“
But? That didn’t sound good. I held my breath tightly, awaiting whatever her words were.
“But what, Maggie?”
I asked sternly, folding my hands against my chest.
“Right now, she’s still unconscious. So, we still have to monitor her until she awakes. It’s been hours since I gave her the medicinal herbs. She should have already responded to it, but I don’t understand why she is not regaining consciousness.”
She spoke quietly, staring at me.
“I don’t understand,”
I muttered as I went past her and entered Naomi’s chamber.
Valerie and Gwen were beside her. When I moved closer to the bed, they stepped back.
Naomi’s pristine body was on the bed. She was tucked perfectly well under the sheets. She was still not awake. I moved closer to her, my heart tearing up at the sight of her pale face, and her breathing was awfully slow like she was in a deep slumber. “Naomi, please wake up,”
I said, taking hold of her hand in my giant one. Her skin was cold, but it wasn’t from the winter’s cold air. I rubbed my hand gently against hers, trying to provide whatever warmth I could. I felt guilty. I didn’t realize that tears had slipped down my eyes.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. I tilted my head a little to find Valerie’s somber eyes on me.
“Why isn’t she waking up yet?”
I asked her, my voice battered and confused. Even without her wolf to aid her fast healing, the witches and healers had managed to stop the bleeding and heal her injuries. So why wasn’t she awake yet? “We have to be patient and hopeful. She might regain her consciousness soon,”
Valerie said, trying to assure me. But I have known this witch for the longest, and her eyes can never fool me. She wasn’t even convinced by her own words.
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