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Someone touched my knee and an electric bolt of energy shot up my spine, waking me up. My eyes flew open and I gasped. “What? What’s wrong?”
“We need to talk.”
I looked up and found Miranda Kline looming over me. Her face was pinched with worry and anger. Miranda was Jackson’s childhood sweetheart. The werewolf the old pack leader wanted him to marry.. The one he’d abandoned in the bayou the day we met. She hated me, so if she was here… My heart lodged in my throat. “What’s wrong? Is it Jack?”
“You could say that.” She snorted and walked a few steps away from me. “Get up please. I’d rather not do this while you’re sitting on the ground.”
I glanced in Shado’s direction and saw her standing beside a pack wolf. Kyle Tolliver, one of the pups I’d met ages ago. His face looked grim and angry.
I flexed my fingers and rose to my feet. “What do you want, Miranda?”
“This.” Her fist slammed into my gut like a battering ram. I doubled over as the air shot from my lungs, and her knee came up to meet my nose with an audible crack.
Shado gasped. “Miranda, stop!”
“First, you bewitch my mate, steal him from the pack, and now you’ve gone and gotten him killed. You’ll—”
“He’s dead?” My heart stopped. I suddenly felt like I’d been punched a second time.
She hissed, grabbing my shirt collar, lifting me upright. “He’s dead because of—”
“Miranda!” Tate’s voice echoed off the walls of the chapel.
She snarled and took a step closer to me, her hot breath pouring over my face. “Get out, Tate. We’re settling our differences.”
“Let her go,” he snapped, shoving Kyle away from Shado. “If you hurt her—”
“If I hurt her, what?” Miranda snarled, throwing me back against the wall. “What will you do? Jackson is dead!”
Tate marched up the aisle and stood toe to toe with her. “Calm yourself, before you do something you’ll regret.”
“She killed my mate!”
“He’s not your mate,” Tate scoffed. “He never was.”
“She’s a witch,” Kyle whined. “It’s not right.”
“Damn you and your prejudices, boy. Isaac and his father both gave their permission for Jackson and Rebekah to marry. Their union is blessed by the moon and the gods. Would you defy the pack?” Tate’s voice rang with authority, his shoulders squared and his eyes flashed a threatening shade of yellow.
“N-No,” the younger wolf stammered.
“And you, Miranda?” He thrust his finger at her chest. “Isaac vowed on their wedding day that Rebekah would always be under pack protection. Are you really brazen enough to defy him?”
“She killed him!”
“No, she didn’t,” Tate hissed.
My heart thumped unevenly in my chest. “Is he really dead?”
“Jack’s alive,” Tate said, glancing at me. “He’s out of surgery and in a private room upstairs. Isaac is waiting to give you the details. He sent me to come get you.”
“Which room?”
“Three twenty-two. Take the elevator down the hall to the third floor and make a left. He’s the last door on the right. The corner room.”
I glanced at Miranda.
“I’ll handle this,” he said. “Just go upstairs and take Shado with you.”
