Page 26 of Fated to the Hunters
Her eyes shot open when metal slammed and motors revved. She watched through blurry vision as her father stormed towards her, Maximilian on his heels. Warriors spread out into the large space, while Killian, the pack doc, knelt next to her. He wrapped her upper arm in a cuff and placed something on her finger.
“It looks like she was given some kind of IV.” The blood pressure cuff pumped up and its squeezing only made her feel worse. She winced, tears filling her eyes. “I’m sorry, Scarlett. It’s already going down.”
“It was silver,” Maximilian growled, holding up something she couldn’t see.
“That explains the burning. I will give her a sedative, to take her pain, but we must rush back to cleanse her blood.”
“Not yet.” Her father’s voice was stern as his mind pushed into hers. She saw the crash flash before her eyes again, felt the collision with the tree as Kurt lost control of the car, then saw her own reaction as she found what she thought was Kurt’s body.
Her father searched her memories before pulling out of her mind, letting Killian do his work. Maximilian stayed by her side while her father went on to sweep through the warehouse trying to figure out what had happened.
“Kurt,” she breathed her eyes searching for Killian’s reaction.
“He’s being treated.”
“Shot…” But she couldn’t finish the sentence, her throat tightening.
“We know. He’s back at the clinic as we speak.” When something pricked the back of her hand, she hissed and tried to pull away. “It’s just the IV for your sedative.”
“Max?”
“I’m here,” he hummed. A moment later she felt warmth spread through her body. Her brother picked her up and shelet herself fall into his chest, succumbing to the darkness once more.
She woke up in a warm bed with someone holding her hand, brushing their thumb over her knuckles. She opened her eyes to see Maximilian sitting next to her, his head on the mattress. She was in the pack’s clinic with her IV hooked up to a machine that seemed to be taking her blood and pumping it back into her body.
She lifted her head to see better, the movement jolting Maximilian awake. “Oh Scarlett,” he sighed and sat up straight. He gently brushed her hair away from her face. “You’re up.”
She nodded, her mouth too dry to speak. Without another word, Maximilian reached for a glass and offered her the straw.
“Mom and Dad are coming,” he explained
“Kurt,” she finally managed.
“Down the hallway, recovering and asking for you every chance he gets.”
Scarlett opened her mind, relieved to connect with Kurt right away.‘How are you?’
‘How am I?’he scolded.‘You were kidnapped and poisoned with silver and you’re asking howI’mdoing? Worried out of my fucking mind.’
‘You were shot.’
‘Do I have to repeat myself? Hunters took you andpoisonedyou.’
‘You were shot,’she repeated but through the open link she could feel that he wasn’t in a lot of pain.
‘I was and I’m sorry I didn’t protect you.’
‘You took a bullet for me.’
‘It clearly wasn’t enough.’
‘I’m here, aren’t I?’
Kurt sighed, and Scarlett could feel how disappointed he was with himself. He’d always taken great pride in her safety, but now he felt as if he’s failed her. She didn’t need words to show him that it wasn’t the case. When her parents stepped into her room, she closed off the link to Kurt.
Her mom rushed to her side and set down a tray with porridge and soup. “How are you feeling, sweetheart?”
“Tired.”
