Page 27 of Fated Moons
Unable to move her stiff body or speak, all she could do was stare at him with pleading eyes, hoping he’d somehow understand that she needed her father.
Or Trask.
Now.
Or she’d die.
Every time Jackson touched Amanda’s frozen skin, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. “What’s wrong?”
A faint moan escaped her lips.
Her body shivered, and her breath came out in a puffy cloud as if it were the middle of winter in Alaska, not summer in Upstate New York.
Her eyes shifted, rolling left and right before turning white.
He pulled his cell from his back pocket and found Trask’s contact information. It rang three times. “Come on. Pick up the fucking phone.”
“This better be good,” Trask said. “My little one just went down and I was having a romantic moment with my wife.”
“It’s Amanda. I don’t know what happened, but we were having dinner, and she closed her eyes and then froze. I mean literally froze. Her skin is white and cold to the touch. Her limbs are stiff, and she can’t talk.” He stopped talking to take a breath. “Her breathing is shallow and?—”
“What were you doing before she froze?”
“Projecting with each other,” Jackson admitted.
“You mated?” Trask asked.
“No. But I think I imprinted on her.” He held Amanda close to his chest. The chill coming off her body worsened.
“You think? I’m sorry. Either you did or you didn’t. There is no in between.”
“It’s hard to explain. But when she cast the protection spell, it was like a ceiling was lifted, and a connection that was already there strengthened. It was familiar, but it was like it had never had the chance to complete.”
“That sounds like more black magic,” Trask said. “I need you to listen to me and do exactly as I say, got it?”
“Okay.” Jackson swallowed, shaking out his hands.
“She needs your werewolf heat, but since I believe you’re the source of the spell?—”
“What?”
“I’ll explain that part later, but for now I need you to hold her and let your heat keep her warm. Tell me where you are. I’ll get ahold of her father and we’ll be there as soon as possible.”
“I’ll text you the address now.” He lifted the phone, dropping it once before sending the information.
“She’s going to act as if she’s in a lot of pain at your touch, but no matter what, don’t let go.”
“What about putting her near a fire?”
“That will help, but your werewolf heat is better than anything. I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”
Jackson was about to ask how the hell he would do that, considering it was at least an hour’s drive, but then Trask could do things that no other wizard could. He tapped the phone, ending the call. Scooping her in his arms, he sat down in front of the fire, holding her tight, trying to absorb all the coldness her body projected. He’d seen some pretty weird stuff in his day, but never had he seen anything like this.
“Hold on, sweetheart, help is on the way.” His lips instantly chapped as he kissed her temple, but he wasn’t going to let that stop him. He kissed more of her exposed skin, the heat from his body beading across her skin.
A slight moan trickled out of her mouth as her once-frozen neck bent slightly, her head resting on his shoulder. In werewolf form, he rarely felt cold. In human form, he could sense cold, but never felt it like humans.
Right now, he understood what it was like to be left outside naked in a snowstorm.
