and she wouldn’t be able to heal on her own yet.
I crouched low and spoke softly, letting my alpha presence wrap around
her. “You’re safe, Savy. Let me help you.”
It felt wrong using this magic on her, especially during her first shift, but
I couldn’t risk her bolting off into the woods. Wolves normally shifted for the
first time with their pack in a safe place where they could run freely and learn
what it meant to let their other half take control. They also grew up with a
community of support. Savannah hadn’t, and the gods only knew what she
was experiencing right now.
“Easy. I’m going to help you, okay?” I stepped forward with my hand
outstretched. I paused, my fingertips a few inches from her nose.
Her bright eyes bored into me, reading my intentions. But then her
shoulders relaxed, and she sniffed my hand. Her ears flicked up, and she
brushed lightly against my fingers.
For a second, a smile tugged at my lips, but when she carefully lowered
herself to the ground and began to whimper, that deep ache in my throat
returned.
Her emotions overwhelmed my senses. Pain. Fear. Exhaustion.
I stepped forward and scooped her into my arms. “You can rest now. I’ll
take care of you.”
She didn’t fight me but nuzzled her face into my shoulder and closed her
eyes. Her coat was soft and smelled like her—tangerines and sunshine. It was
all I wanted to breathe in the world.
I
carried her back to the truck, my mind churning. What the hell was I
going to do?
My mate was Savannah Caine.
And she was a wolf.
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