plague. He couldn't help it, it
had been a week since the accident and still neither Jen nor
Jacquelyn had woken. They were both going through daily
debridements and although it did appear that Jacquelyn's body was
healing a little more quickly than that of a human's, it wasn't
quick enough for Fane. He felt helpless. His wolf was restless and
desired to be near their mate. He hated not being able to be by
her, protecting her while she was in such a vulnerable state, but
there was nothing to be done about it. He continually tried to
reach out to her through their bond, but all he got was darkness
and silence.
***
Dark silence occupied the space his Luna’s
voice once filled, but he spent the second week attempting to pull
her from the enigmatic place she resided. His concentration was
broken when Decebel said, "I wish there was something I could
kill," as they sat in the family waiting area on the burn unit
floor, the same chairs they both had taken up residence in for the
past two weeks.
"I could go for a kill right about now," Fane
agreed.
Fane was pleasantly surprised to discover
that he and Decebel, despite a huge age difference of 107 years,
got along quite well. Up until now Decebel had always just been his
father's Beta to him, a powerful wolf, and when he was younger
actually quite scary. But as they had spent the past two agonizing
weeks waiting in the hospital, they had at times been each other's
only company and so had begun to get to know one another. Fane was
glad for Decebel's company, otherwise he might have already torn
down the door to where Jacquelyn lay too still for his own liking.
Fane wasn't sure how much more waiting he could take before he
demanded to be allowed to be with Jacquelyn all the time. It was
getting harder and harder to convince his wolf to be patient.
***
Two more weeks passed and Fane marked the
four week anniversary of the accident on the calendar he placed at
Jacquelyn’s bedside, praying the strength of tonight’s full moon
would return his Luna to her rightful place at his side. He
gratefully stood next to Jacquelyn's bed during one of the limited
visits allowed and couldn't tear his eyes from her . It was amazing how much she had healed in the past
month. Her skin was raw and pink where the burns had been but you
could see the new skin was knitting together rapidly. Dr. Steele
had told him that her leg was completely healed. She had gone back
through Jacquelyn's medical records to alter some of the past
findings because there was no way she could justify a person's
broken leg healing completely in four weeks. She had also told him
that they still weren't out of the woods regarding the human blood
she had received. Jacquelyn had been running a fever constantly for
the past 3 weeks and Dr. Steele also said that her white blood cell
count was elevated, which meant her body was fighting an infection.
Whether that infection was from the burns, or had something to do
with the blood, she didn't know. So he continued to wait, and wait
some more.
Before he left, he leaned down and kissed her
forehead, and as he did everyday he whispered her name through
their bond. " Jacquelyn, come back to me." He longed to see
her emerald eyes staring into his.
And finally someone heard his pleas. “Fane?”
Fane leaned closer, as if proximity would
help with their mental bond. “I am here, Luna. Can you open your
eyes for me?” he asked her, desperate to bring her back to this
world.
She didn’t answer him, and he thought maybe
she had slipped away again, but then suddenly he was looking into a
sea of green. His breath left his lungs as he saw the light in them
slowly return. Fane didn’t realize he had shed any tears until she
whispered in a dry, hoarse voice, “Don’t cry wolf man, you didn’t
think you could get rid of me that easy, did you?”
He could barely contain the relief he felt at
hearing her speak, seeing her awake. “I want to hold you, Luna, but
I don’t know where to
had been a week since the accident and still neither Jen nor
Jacquelyn had woken. They were both going through daily
debridements and although it did appear that Jacquelyn's body was
healing a little more quickly than that of a human's, it wasn't
quick enough for Fane. He felt helpless. His wolf was restless and
desired to be near their mate. He hated not being able to be by
her, protecting her while she was in such a vulnerable state, but
there was nothing to be done about it. He continually tried to
reach out to her through their bond, but all he got was darkness
and silence.
***
Dark silence occupied the space his Luna’s
voice once filled, but he spent the second week attempting to pull
her from the enigmatic place she resided. His concentration was
broken when Decebel said, "I wish there was something I could
kill," as they sat in the family waiting area on the burn unit
floor, the same chairs they both had taken up residence in for the
past two weeks.
"I could go for a kill right about now," Fane
agreed.
Fane was pleasantly surprised to discover
that he and Decebel, despite a huge age difference of 107 years,
got along quite well. Up until now Decebel had always just been his
father's Beta to him, a powerful wolf, and when he was younger
actually quite scary. But as they had spent the past two agonizing
weeks waiting in the hospital, they had at times been each other's
only company and so had begun to get to know one another. Fane was
glad for Decebel's company, otherwise he might have already torn
down the door to where Jacquelyn lay too still for his own liking.
Fane wasn't sure how much more waiting he could take before he
demanded to be allowed to be with Jacquelyn all the time. It was
getting harder and harder to convince his wolf to be patient.
***
Two more weeks passed and Fane marked the
four week anniversary of the accident on the calendar he placed at
Jacquelyn’s bedside, praying the strength of tonight’s full moon
would return his Luna to her rightful place at his side. He
gratefully stood next to Jacquelyn's bed during one of the limited
visits allowed and couldn't tear his eyes from her . It was amazing how much she had healed in the past
month. Her skin was raw and pink where the burns had been but you
could see the new skin was knitting together rapidly. Dr. Steele
had told him that her leg was completely healed. She had gone back
through Jacquelyn's medical records to alter some of the past
findings because there was no way she could justify a person's
broken leg healing completely in four weeks. She had also told him
that they still weren't out of the woods regarding the human blood
she had received. Jacquelyn had been running a fever constantly for
the past 3 weeks and Dr. Steele also said that her white blood cell
count was elevated, which meant her body was fighting an infection.
Whether that infection was from the burns, or had something to do
with the blood, she didn't know. So he continued to wait, and wait
some more.
Before he left, he leaned down and kissed her
forehead, and as he did everyday he whispered her name through
their bond. " Jacquelyn, come back to me." He longed to see
her emerald eyes staring into his.
And finally someone heard his pleas. “Fane?”
Fane leaned closer, as if proximity would
help with their mental bond. “I am here, Luna. Can you open your
eyes for me?” he asked her, desperate to bring her back to this
world.
She didn’t answer him, and he thought maybe
she had slipped away again, but then suddenly he was looking into a
sea of green. His breath left his lungs as he saw the light in them
slowly return. Fane didn’t realize he had shed any tears until she
whispered in a dry, hoarse voice, “Don’t cry wolf man, you didn’t
think you could get rid of me that easy, did you?”
He could barely contain the relief he felt at
hearing her speak, seeing her awake. “I want to hold you, Luna, but
I don’t know where to
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