Page 9 of Mates: Posy

I here!yipped a sweet voice in the back of my mind.

Lark! You’re back!Tears flooded my eyes and spilled down my cheeks.I missed you so much!

I miss you, too! But I here now. Here and strong and healthy!

I’m so glad. Oh, Lark! Guess what happened while you slept? Our mates found us. They killed Father and said they weren’t going to reject us!

Lark howled with joy and excitement.

"Posy?"

Five boys suddenly crowded around my bed and stared down at me with wide eyes.

"Are you all right?" Pine asked. "Why are you crying? Do you need more pain meds?"

I shook my head.

"Did your wolf wake up?" Maple Syrup asked. "Sid says he can hear her now."

I nodded with a little smile.

"Can she heal you?" Campfire asked.

I nodded again.

Lark? These are our mates. I don’t know their names yet, but show them what you can do, girl!

Wiggling with happiness, she repaired my broken body at lightning speed. Soon the only thing left was my back.

Posy, someone need to clean this. Dry blood making shirt stick to boo-boos.

No. I don’t want them to see.

Sorry, but has to. I tell one of mates’ wolves if you no tell them,she threatened.

"What’s wrong, little mate?" Vanilla sat down on my left side. "Your injuries seem to be better, but is there something your wolf can’t fix or needs help with?"

I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip.

A thumb gently pried my lip away from my teeth, and sparks ran over my skin, startling me. My eyes flew open to see Vanilla had moved a lot closer. His light blue eyes glittered with silver strands, and I wanted to stare into them forever.

"You can tell us anything," he promised in a soft voice.

"My back," I whispered.

"Okay. Let’s have a look."

He reached for me, and I scrambled away, my eyes huge and my heart racing.

"I won’t hurt you." He let his hands drop to the bed. "None of us will ever hurt you. It may take you a while to believe that, but we’ll prove it to you every day. Now, can you roll over so we can help you?"

I really,reallydidn’t want to, but I did. Once I was flat on my stomach, someone's hands moved my lank, greasy hair out of the way, then fingers rolled up the hem of my shirt. They didn’t get far before the fabric stuck, and I hissed as my wounds pulled.

"Warm water," Maple Syrup said. "I’ll be right back."

"Posy, did your father do this?" Pine asked.

I nodded, hiding my face in the pillow.

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