Page 158 of The Wolf King's Mate

Our bond was letting him help me. Giving me something to lean on and anchor myself to.

When Enzo’s energy started to wane, I felt an electric wave of something else.

Something new.

Something bigger than either of us or our bond.

I inhaled sharply as the weight of his pack’s connection flooded my veins, held together by the wild electricity of Enzo’s magic.

The woman I’d bitten transformed instantly from a beautiful woman with graying hair to a stunning, unconscious silver wolf.

My chest rose and fell quickly, Enzo’s arms like iron around my waist. I didn’t need him to hold me up, though.

I was fine.

Perfectly fine.

The man was already picking up his mate as he choked back emotion. The look in his eyes made me burn with pride.

I’d done that for them.

Me… and Enzo. And the pack.

Clay led the man out of the room politely, letting them know they were required to stay at the Lodge until after they sealed their bond and promising them a safe place to stay for as long as they wanted it. When they were gone, he closed the door behind them and turned to face us.

“What just happened?” Fletcher asked, his mouth full.

“I felt a tug right here.” Clay tapped the center of his chest.

“Did it hurt?” I asked, still catching my breath.

“No.”

“Barely more than a flick,” Fletcher said.

“I think I tapped into Enzo’s energy when I started to change her,” I said, looking back at him. He jerked his head. “And he tapped into the pack’s.”

“Good thing we have a fucking huge pack,” Clay said, though his eyebrows were raised. “You think you can do that again? Today?”

I nodded. “I think I could do it a few dozen times, if the pack could handle the loss of energy.”

“They’ll be fine,” Enzo said. “It was barely a flick. And the sooner we get a mass number of women turned, the sooner the city becomes safer for you again.”

I nodded.

It would never be fully safe, but we could get close. Close enough, at least.

“I could probably do it without you touching me,” I told Enzo. “You could go back to hunting rogue wolves. The energy came from our bond, not from the place we touched, so?—”

“No.” Enzo and Fletcher spoke together.

Neither of them batted an eye at each other. Or even seemed almost surprised that they’d just said the same word, in the same tone, at the exact same time.

“If you’re changing anyone, I’m going to be here,” Enzo said. There was no room for argument in his voice. No space for disagreement. “Someone else will handle the rogues and rabids. Your life is at risk every time you meet with someone who isn’t a part of the pack. Every time you put your own energy on the line to transform someone, too. I’m staying.”

“I’ll do it,” Fletcher said.

I looked at him.

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