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Blake smiled. “It’s fine, Lia. I deserve that.”
“You got attacked by a rogue again?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“Not just any rogue. A sick one.”
My stomach twisted. “Sick?”
“Yeah. They’ve been acting strange lately. Not just violent, but… different. This one bit me before I managed to kill him. And I guess whatever he had is in me now.”
Zane’s jaw tensed. “Is it dangerous?”
Blake shook his head. “No. Not contagious either. I went to the my pack’s doctor. They said it’s a rare kind of infection that sometimes shows up in rogues who’ve been separated too long. It messes with their bodies, their minds. Slows down everything.”
“And your healing?” I asked.
“Almost stalled,” he said. “The doc says it’ll pick back up eventually. But for now, I just get to walk around like a human. with a pulled muscle and a fever.”
Zane frowned, glancing down at the bandage. “You should’ve told someone. Stayed home.”
Blake shrugged again, this time slower, eyes flying to me. “Didn’t feel like it.”
He only came to be around me.
“It sounds awful, Blake,” I said quietly.
Blake looked at me, his expression unreadable. “It’s fine. I’ve had worse.”
There was a beat of silence. I folded my hands in my lap and looked down.
“We were worried,” I said finally.
Zane nodded beside me, though his expression was still closed off. “We saw you earlier. You looked like hell.
“Thanks,” Blake muttered.
Zane tilted his head. “Wasn’t a compliment.”
But his voice had softened, just a bit. Barely noticeable, but I caught it.
“You saved us that night,” I said. “I know you didn’t have to, and I know things between us are still… messed up. But that doesn’t mean I don’t care.”
Zane tensed up beside me. He didn’t like this. But I wamled Blake to know that he wasn’t completely alone in this town. I didn’t trust him. I wouldn’t even speak to him without Zane around. But I wanted to help in any way I could.
Blake stared at me. “This wasn’t something you should be giving me so much credit for. This is something every wolf does for their mate. I am supposed to protect you, Lia, even if you’re someone else’s.”
Silence ensued once more. The air felt thick again.
Zane stood abruptly. “Alright, that’s enough compassion for the day. We just wanted to check on you and let you know that we are here if you need any help. You’re alone in this town so I don’t want you to start feeling like a rogue. You helped protect us, so I owe you one. But that’s all. Come on, Lia. Let’s get to class.”
Blake smiled faintly. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
Zane rolled his eyes but didn’t snap back. Instead, he just offered a low, “Gel better, you smell like shit,” before turning away.
I immediately followed Zane, lacing my fingers through his, not lingering behind for a second without him.
We barely made it back in time before the next class started. I didn’t say anything until we were seated again, but Zane spoke first.
“He didn’t look good.”
“No, he didn’t,” I agreed. “I’m glad we asked, though.”
He sighed and leaned back in his chair, turning slightly to look at me. “You always wanna fix people.”
“I don’t wanna fix him,” I said. “I just hate that he’s in this condition because of us. If we were still friends, I wouldn’t be so bothered. But after what he did, it feels weird to owe him something.”
“You don’t owe him anything.”
“He saved my life.”
“You saved his countless times too.”
I frowned. “Me?”
“Yes.”
“When did I save him?”
“Every second you don’t tell me to murder him, you’re letting him live and saving his life. Otherwise, if it weren’t for your kindess, he’d be dead in a ditch something after he tried to mark you without you consent.”
I let out a chuckle. “In that case, the whole town owes me their life. I think you’d kill anyone I’d ask you to.”
“That’s true,” he nodded.
I laughed, and Zane smiled, staring at me.
“You’re a good person, Lia. My pack’s lucky to have a future. Luna like you.”
I smirked. “You sure? I heard I’m a villain in Christy’s new fantasy novel.”
Zane chuckled. “She’ll come around. And besides, you’re my villain.”
I leaned my head on his shoulder. “What does that even mean?”
He tilted his head against mine. “No clue. But it sounds. romantic, doesn’t it?”
I laughed. “A little bit.”
The bell rang, breaking the moment. Our teacher stepped in, starting the lesson. I took a deep breath, shifting my focus back to the natural from the supernatural.
-LIA’S POV-
Zane and I had gotten too comfortable.
It had been almost a month since he started sneaking into my room at night, and not once had we been caught. Not when he tripped over my bookshelf that one time. Not even when he forgot to leave before my mom knocked on my door that morning-and had to literally hide under my bed until she left.
The universe had been kind.
Zane curled up on his side of my bed like he owned the place, shirtless today, because apparently being a werewolf meant shirts were optional after 10 PM. I didn’t completely blame him, because the night was particularly hot. Him being shirtless, though, only made it worse.
“Move over,” I grumbled, kicking at his legs.
“I’m already on the edge,” he muttered, eyes closed.
“You’re not. I can feel your knee taking over my whole half of the bed.”
“You mean our bed?” he said, barely opening one eye. “Am I not your emotional support wolf? Don’t I protect you from monsters at night?”
“You mean the monsters apparently inside me?”
“Maybe.”
I huffed. “Yeah, well, my emotional support wolf has taken up ninety percent of the mattress.”
Zane grinned without looking at me. “You love it.”
I did. But that wasn’t the point.
I pulled the blanket dramatically up to my chin. “If we get caught, it’s your fault.”
“We won’t,” he said, smug and overly confident. “We never do. I’ll be out that window before anyone can blink.”
I glared up at the ceiling. “That’s the kind of thing people say right before disaster strikes.”
“Relax,” he said, reaching over and pulling me into his arms. “You worry too much.” He nuzzled his face into my hair, and immediately, I relaxed.
He smelled like woods and cologne, and I found my eyes slowly begin to droop shut. His fingers lazily traced shapes on my back, making it easier to fall asleep, the sparks shooting through my skin making my mind go numb.
We lay there in comfortable silence for a few minutes, hist heartbeat steady beneath my ear.
“You’re thinking about something,” Zane murmured.
“I’m always thinking about something.”
“Okay, you’re thinking too loud. Spit it out.”
I hesitated. “Your parents. They were really sweet today.”