Lorey? Baby…. Lorey … nooo.
The black beast is over me now, turning me gently with massive clawed paws, so I face those glowing ember eyes to fall into his safety and care. He calms from snarling teeth to human form instantly. In a blink, from ferocious to handsome and familiar. Suddenly smaller, naked before me, in the dark night sky and a look of utter despair washing over that furrowed brow and tear-filled eyes.
‘I’m sorry.’ Is all I can splutter as I cough up blood and shudder with the effort, too consumed with fatigue to do anything else. Colton stifles a sob, scrunching his face up, and cradles me close. Picking me up as carefully as he can and pulling me against him gently, his own pain at me being like this filtering back to me and weighing upon me tenfold. Sharing our agony, and I can feel his heart shredding for me. The devastation tearing through him at what he sees.
‘You have to turn, please. It’s the only way you can survive these wounds. Turn for me. Don’t give up. Don’t leave me, baby.’ The desperation in his voice ravages my heart, but I’m too weak, and I’ve lost too much blood. I’m so cold, so numb that even his touch can’t warm me as it should and I cry softly, with desperation because I know, as soon as I slip away, his own heart will cease to beat. I can’t let him die at my hands; I have to save myself to save him. He doesn’t deserve this, he never did anything wrong, he came for me. He came to save me.
I have to try just one more time, to give everything I have into healing myself, but it’s futile. I don’t even know how to turn, let alone if I can. It’s like there is a disconnect and my abilities fail me. I muster any willpower I can but it’s like that veil of power is still weighing down, oppressing me and I can’t fight it.
‘I can’t. I don’t know how.’ Tears roll down my sodden face as I let out a useless breathy whisper. So ashamed of my own inability to ever be a match for his strength and power. Colton stares at me, his face suddenly straightening as he sobers instantly, he looks to his own hand, curled around my shoulder, an instant twinge of his cheek muscle and then a frown that I can’t read.
Colton doesn’t wait, something registering on his face and he furrows his brow with determination, pushing the softness aside. He picks me up, even though I cry out in renewed agony of this new torture and holds me tight. Pain slicing through my wounds as I cry out at what he’s doing, writhing, and shuddering with the sheer pain it inflicts upon me. I push my hands to his chest to beg him to let go, because it’s too much and my body can’t take more. Glass stuck in my wounds, penetrating deeper with the pressure of his embrace and I howl out in despair because he’s only hurting me more.
“I’m sorry, baby. I have to.” Pulling us to standing, he starts running for the nearest entrance to the courtyard. His focus intent as he scans the wall and moves us as fast as he can to the nearest gate. It’s a human run, not hyper speed and he hauls ass to get me outside the perimeter of the enclosed garden and building. I don’t understand and all I can do is cling on and stiffen and sob at the movements that bring me no end of agony.
His mind syncs with mine as soon as we are free from the confines of the courtyard, I feel it. Shocked with the sudden presence of him inside my head even though he doesn’t say anything at all. A change to the weight on my chest and the dull fog of my brain as he skids down to his knees, scraping across the tarmac, taking me down with him as soon as he feels the bond return so effortlessly.
“Try now. Trust me, you have to try.? Focus on me, think of yourself as you were the night of your turning. The pain, the elation of your new form, will it, baby, will it! Turn!” He begs, commands and alpha tones me all at the same time. Desperation in his plea and I’m powerless to disobey him.
Something about taking me away from the house makes me feel differently, like a suppression is lifted from my soul and my head clears just enough. That internal foggy pain that held me weak moves aside, like lifting a foot from my chest and with a little effort, my body starts to tingle.
“That’s it…your eyes…keep going. You can do this…it’s not hard. Fight for me.” He catches my hand and holds it in his loosely, waiting, watching, silently pushing me on with a look of fear in his eye that maybe it’s too late. It causes chaos in my heart, to see him so afraid.
I focus all my effort on pushing, some deep inner need in me to unite with my wolf again, and as soon as I open my mouth to utter the words ‘I think it’s working’, I arch in his arms and convulse as my body transforms me into the one thing that can save me. Right on the stroke of my human heart giving out and sucker punches me back into the land of the living in the most painful kind of way.
I gasp as I inhale loudly, coughing out, splaying my limbs and shuddering viciously as he catches me in his arms and then immediately lets me go to twist and turn onto my belly. I wretch, gag, at the same time, before vomiting a crap ton of blood and mucus right over the top of Colton’s naked thighs as I’ve no control over aim. My wolf body ejects all that internal damage, as though somehow healing is just the process of getting rid of the messy bits I no longer need, and I’m covered in my own mess. Matting my leg fur and clinging disgustingly around me.
I scramble away from him so as not to make this worse, finding myself on all fours, suddenly rejuvenated as pain diminishes and I wheeze, inhaling my lungs fully. The transformation heals me as fast as it possibly. From head to foot. Cuts close up, bones crack and reform, my lungs expand fully, enabling me to breathe once more and within minutes, I stand up as though I didn’t just go through hell and near death in the bloody mess I left back there. Shaken, sore all over as it fades away properly, but completely healed.
I slump down on the ground and almost immediately revert to human form, as I don’t have the energy or the skill to sustain my true form yet. That took so much out of my wolf to literally save my life and I’m spent. Exhaling with a strangled cry of relief and emotion as everything hits me hard. Like being in a train wreck, only it’s all mental now the physical has been brushed away.
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