Page 73 of Wolf Targeted
“I can’t heal her with you like this.” Mary plants her hands on her hips.
The healer is right. I can’t stay here and expect Mary to be able to heal her. I lean over to kiss Jara on the forehead and send up a prayer to whatever gods are listening that my mate will be okay.
I draw back, but Jara’s hand snaps out and grips my arm. I peel her fingers off my arm and kiss her palm before moving from the bed.
Mary flies into action, kneeling on the bed and pressing her hands to Jara’s chest. Healing magic glows on Mary’s palms.
“I need you to pull the wood out of her,” Mary says.
“You want me to do that?” I back away, shaking my head, horrified that Mary would ask me to do that.
What if I hurt her?
“It’s not hitting anything vital, and she can’t heal until the wood is out, Alpha.”
Everything she’s saying is making sense, but the fog in my brain won’t allow me to comprehend the fact that she wants me to do it.
My chest aches just looking at the ugly piece of dark wood sticking out of my mate. I have to do this. She needs the wood out, and I can’t be weak.
I can’t let my feelings for her get in the way of saving her. I suck in a cleansing breath and move back to the bed.
Straddling her hips, I place one hand on her shoulder to keep her steady and grip the jagged piece of wood in the other.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper and yank the piece from her gut.
Jara screams and her back bows off the bed, but I hold her down by the shoulder.
Blood sprays, and Mary places her hands over the gushing wound. Healing magic washes over Jara in a green glow.
I need to get her clean. I’ll have to call Ellie in once the healer is done to strip down the bed and put new sheets on it. I’ll handle the removal of my mates clothes after everyone is gone.
Once the worst of the damage is healed, I flop on the bed on the other side of Jara and pull her into my arms.
Fuck, I missed this. I nuzzle her neck and breathe deeply. Her scent of citrus and vanilla surrounds me in a cocoon of everything that is my mate.
Mary backs away from the bed. “She should heal just fine on her own, Alpha.”
“Thank you,” I mumble.
She nods once and then leaves me alone with my mate. I don’t even care that we are both covered in blood.
There’s a soft knock on the door, and I turn to Alex.
“We have a huge problem, Alpha,” Alex says.
His eyes are hard, and his heart is thumping loud enough that I can hear it across the room.
“What is it?” I sit up in the bed.
Jara moans a little in her sleep and turns around, snuggling my side. Can’t I have just one minute of peace with my mate after she almost fucking died?
No. That’s not possible. There’s always something wrong.
“This definitely wasn’t an accident. Someone tried to kill her,” Alex says.
“How can you be sure?” I jump from the bed.
Jara whines and reaches for me, but I’m vibrating with rage. I’d already had an idea that someone tried to hurt her, but this is just confirmation.
