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"Why didn't it work?"
Panic was streaming through me. Was I the messed up one? Was I the one blocking his bite, or was it him? And what did that mean for our relationship?
He made a move towards the bite again, like he was going to try once more, and a burst of wind flew through the tent and knocked him away, the tent ripping as he soared outside.
I was shaking as I stared in disbelief at the giant hole in the tent. I could hear the shocked voices of my men outside, but it was like I was frozen in place, completely unable to move. I guess that explained who was responsible for pushing Wilder and Ares out of the castle after Daxon’s bite.
I pulled at my hair anxiously, wanting to find a hole to climb in and disappear.
A few moments later, Daxon’s face popped into view, staring at me, concerned. Concerned and with so much love, I promptly burst into tears.
"Something's wrong with me. I’m some kind of wolf freak," I sobbed.
He climbed into the tent and immediately pulled me into his arms. "You're not a freak," he said staunchly.
I stared into his beautiful golden eyes, tears blurring the view.
“I couldn't accept his bite. And when he tried again…" I gestured towards the hole in the tent.
There was a tic in Daxon’s cheek, and his gaze immediately went to the still-bleeding wound on my shoulder. "I can't believe he tried to bite you twice. He practically mauled you," he snapped. "We need to get that necklace back on you, get you healing again. It looks terrible."
I nodded limply. Wilder hadn't come back in, and although I could understand him wanting to avoid me after what had happened–it felt like my soul was breaking.
Daxon winced and rubbed at his chest, and I remembered he would be feeling my pain almost as clearly as if it was his own.
"I'm sorry," I gasped. "I suck at this mate thing."
He growled and licked at the scar on my other shoulder, sending shock waves of pleasure through my body that helped cover up the pain of Wilder's bite. "I think you're the most perfect mate in the world," he purred.
My sobs only grew louder. After giving me one more kiss, Daxon gently sat me on the ground. "I'm going to find a first aid kit and that necklace piece, and hopefully we can get you healing." His jaw was tight as he said it.
"Don't be mad at him," I pleaded. "It was a normal reaction."
Daxon vigorously shook his head. "It’s not a normal reaction to maul the girl you’re wanting to mate with," he spat before climbing out of the tent.
Frowning, I moved to get up, wincing when I felt the pain of my shoulder. Wilder’s bite had been deep.
When I got outside, Wilder was sitting at the campfire, shoulders slumped and his head down as he studiously focused on the soil beneath his boots. He didn’t glance up at me when I approached.
“Wilder,” I began, but then Ares was there.
“Why are you bleeding?” he snapped, his gaze immediately honing in on my shoulder that was bleeding through my shirt.
My mouth opened and closed.
Daxon was back then, carrying a first aid kit from who knows where.
One of them was evidently more prepared for a camping trip than I was.
Daxon ignored Ares as he moved the shirt to the side and began to dab alcohol on the bite. I winced as the sting of the alcohol hit me.
“Well?” Ares pressed.
“My bite didn’t take,” Wilder mumbled dejectedly.
Ares’s eyes widened, but Daxon continued to work on my shoulder, rubbing some salve on it and then putting a large bandage over it.
“That should help for now, but you might need stitches if this necklace doesn’t let your wolf out and allow you to heal.”
