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"Is he okay?"
"He will be shortly, I hope." She moved down the line of his body to his ribcage, the arrow long and half buried in his side. "I'm assuming the arrow was lined with poison, but one gets lucky every so often, so let us hope that I’m wrong."
"You're rarely ever wrong." Dru reached out to put her hand on Caleb's chest, the smooth, soft skin cold to her touch. "Just save him, okay?"
The older woman looked up, her hazel-shaded eyes filled with questions. A smile touched the side of her mouth and she simply nodded. Dru rubbed Caleb's chest for another minute before moving back and taking a seat in the small chair beside his bed.
Merilla began to hum something, the song bringing back memories of Dru's mother and the years of her youth. Sadness clung tightly to her as she rocked back and forth, her desire to know the man dying in front of her tearing at the fabric of her stability. He couldn't die. It was a small arrow, and Merilla was more than talented. Caleb was an Alpha and more capable of overcoming than any other wolf might be … right?
"Stop your worrying. It's creating a dark cloud in the universe."
Dru looked up as her brow creased. "What do you mean?"
Merilla looked over, the sound of the arrow loudly breaking following. Dru flinched as Caleb shuddered.
"The dark clouds in the sky are the essence of worry, doubt and fear. When the rain comes from the heavens it's the washing away of those harmful emotions. When they become so heavy that cleansing is needed, our ancestors wash them away. You, child, are creating more of them this morning."
A long sigh left Dru's lips. "I suppose. This is just the second time in two days that this wolf has protected me and been hurt in the process."
"I think it's quite telling that he's willing to protect you. He's not your Alpha … yet."
Dru huffed. "As if Derik would ever allow that to happen."
"I think a time is coming when Derik might not have a choice, but for now … stop worrying. Your mate is in good hands with me." Merilla went back to humming, which Dru knew good and well was her cue to hush.
Mate? Does Merilla know the dreams Karis is having? The feeling of rightness I get around him?
She let herself drift away as the older woman continued to work and hum. Caleb lay perfectly still, the strong line of his masculine figure drawing Dru's attention. He was magnificent, the perfect light to Derik's darkness. Each of them had been blessed with good looks and regal attraction, but where Derik was manipulative and self-serving, Caleb seemed to be the opposite.
His hair was wet and matted to his forehead, his body feverish, no doubt.
"Do you know the story of your Mom and Dad mating?"
Dru coughed into her hand and laughed. "I'm not sure that's a story I care to know."
Merilla looked over her shoulder with a motherly glare. "That's not what I meant and you know it."
Dru held her hands up in surrender. "Okay, tell me the story, just leave out the full moon parts."
Merilla moved to the other side of Caleb. The arrow was now gone and a long bandage was in its place. Dru stood and moved to him as the pack's healer began cleaning her tools. Brushing her fingers down Caleb’s chest and around the bandage, Dru yearned for the chance to know him completely.
"You know your mother and I were the best of friends. We never left each other's side, well, for the most part." Merilla laughed and continued to wipe down her knife and needles with a stark white cloth. "Anyway, her father was the Alpha of the pack at the time, and though he was a good man, he was weak, much like your Seth."
Dru moved up toward Caleb's head and brushed her fingers through his hair, stopping here and there to wipe something from his face or clean something from his neck and chest. "I don't think I knew who was Alpha before my dad. Funny how I imagined him to have always been the Alpha."
"Yes, well, he wasn't. Your grandfather was, and the pack suffered horribly under his rule. He
"He will be shortly, I hope." She moved down the line of his body to his ribcage, the arrow long and half buried in his side. "I'm assuming the arrow was lined with poison, but one gets lucky every so often, so let us hope that I’m wrong."
"You're rarely ever wrong." Dru reached out to put her hand on Caleb's chest, the smooth, soft skin cold to her touch. "Just save him, okay?"
The older woman looked up, her hazel-shaded eyes filled with questions. A smile touched the side of her mouth and she simply nodded. Dru rubbed Caleb's chest for another minute before moving back and taking a seat in the small chair beside his bed.
Merilla began to hum something, the song bringing back memories of Dru's mother and the years of her youth. Sadness clung tightly to her as she rocked back and forth, her desire to know the man dying in front of her tearing at the fabric of her stability. He couldn't die. It was a small arrow, and Merilla was more than talented. Caleb was an Alpha and more capable of overcoming than any other wolf might be … right?
"Stop your worrying. It's creating a dark cloud in the universe."
Dru looked up as her brow creased. "What do you mean?"
Merilla looked over, the sound of the arrow loudly breaking following. Dru flinched as Caleb shuddered.
"The dark clouds in the sky are the essence of worry, doubt and fear. When the rain comes from the heavens it's the washing away of those harmful emotions. When they become so heavy that cleansing is needed, our ancestors wash them away. You, child, are creating more of them this morning."
A long sigh left Dru's lips. "I suppose. This is just the second time in two days that this wolf has protected me and been hurt in the process."
"I think it's quite telling that he's willing to protect you. He's not your Alpha … yet."
Dru huffed. "As if Derik would ever allow that to happen."
"I think a time is coming when Derik might not have a choice, but for now … stop worrying. Your mate is in good hands with me." Merilla went back to humming, which Dru knew good and well was her cue to hush.
Mate? Does Merilla know the dreams Karis is having? The feeling of rightness I get around him?
She let herself drift away as the older woman continued to work and hum. Caleb lay perfectly still, the strong line of his masculine figure drawing Dru's attention. He was magnificent, the perfect light to Derik's darkness. Each of them had been blessed with good looks and regal attraction, but where Derik was manipulative and self-serving, Caleb seemed to be the opposite.
His hair was wet and matted to his forehead, his body feverish, no doubt.
"Do you know the story of your Mom and Dad mating?"
Dru coughed into her hand and laughed. "I'm not sure that's a story I care to know."
Merilla looked over her shoulder with a motherly glare. "That's not what I meant and you know it."
Dru held her hands up in surrender. "Okay, tell me the story, just leave out the full moon parts."
Merilla moved to the other side of Caleb. The arrow was now gone and a long bandage was in its place. Dru stood and moved to him as the pack's healer began cleaning her tools. Brushing her fingers down Caleb’s chest and around the bandage, Dru yearned for the chance to know him completely.
"You know your mother and I were the best of friends. We never left each other's side, well, for the most part." Merilla laughed and continued to wipe down her knife and needles with a stark white cloth. "Anyway, her father was the Alpha of the pack at the time, and though he was a good man, he was weak, much like your Seth."
Dru moved up toward Caleb's head and brushed her fingers through his hair, stopping here and there to wipe something from his face or clean something from his neck and chest. "I don't think I knew who was Alpha before my dad. Funny how I imagined him to have always been the Alpha."
"Yes, well, he wasn't. Your grandfather was, and the pack suffered horribly under his rule. He
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