Page 147 of The Wolf King's Mate

“About a day. The timeline seems like an exact replica of last time, even with my body against yours.”

Damn.

“How are Nova and Sydney?”

“Sydney’s fine. The woman she bit didn’t shift, though. She doesn’t seem to have the ability to change them.”

I blinked.

“Our new theory is that turned female wolves can’t turn anyone else,” he said. “Your mother and the other new woman both already tried and failed, too.”

“Nova?”

“She was still unconscious last I heard. The process seemed harder on her wolf than it is on yours. Things were dicey for a while. The pack doctor has her in our medical room and is watching her closely.”

Oh, shit.

My wolf stretched.

She didn’t seem surprised by that. I had to wonder what she knew that I didn’t.

“She’s okay now?”

“She is. She’s stable. And the woman she bit turned.”

“Did Hunter…”

“He’s been with her the whole time. His touch doesn’t seem to do anything for her, though.”

“Her wolf doesn’t know him.”

“No. And they haven’t been sharing a room like we have, so she isn’t accustomed to his scent. She seems more against forming a mate bond than you were, and he doesn’t want it either.”

“Did Silas touch her?”

“He did. She didn’t respond to him either. Which is probably a good thing for him.”

Hunter would probably have lost his shit.

Still, I would’ve preferred that over letting Nova suffer longer than she absolutely had to.

“When is she going to wake up?” I asked.

“The doctor thinks it’ll be another two or three days. He’s set her up with everything she needs to stay healthy while she’s unconscious.”

“She’s supposed to go into heat.”

“Hunter already discussed that with him. He’s given her a medication that he thinks will suppress it, but they’re going to monitor her temperature closely. If it starts to go up, they’ll get her out of the city.”

Wow.

That was… a lot.

“If turned wolves can’t turn more of them, and changing women puts Nova’s life at risk, I’m the only one who can do it.”

Fletcher’sfive-hundred-yearswarning suddenly seemed bigger. And scarier.

“We’re going to figure that out when we need to, Princess.” Enzo’s voice was firm. A little comforting, too. “For now, we focus on your recovery.”

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