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I noticed Connor's hands were trembling in his lap, and it only made my fear grow. "He was stabbed with a wooden stake, but it just missed his heart. The bleeding doesn't seem to be stopping though, and the blood he normally drinks isn’t helping him to heal like it usually does." He glanced at me, a pleading expression in his gaze. "I think you need to give him some of your blood. It’s the only thing I can think of. Your blood bond would have special power to help him."
“Of course,” I murmured, feeling a bit dazed at the prospect of him feeding from me…but also willing to do whatever it took to help Ares.
I realized then…I didn’t want to live in a world where he didn’t exist.
Connor hustled me into a waiting car and we sped off down the road that led to town, taking curves far faster than was safe. My fear only grew as we got closer. We came to a stop suddenly in front of the town hall that had been the site of the town celebrations just the week before.
I jumped out of the car and ran with Connor inside.
My steps faltered when I saw Ares laid out on a table, a group of anxious townspeople gathered around him, talking quietly. There were a few different bags of blood hanging beside him, with some discarded tubes. But as soon as they saw me, they took out the one tube that was currently in his vein.
I ran to his bedside and stared down in horror at Ares. He was passed out, and there was so much blood gurgling up from the wound on his chest. Someone had cut his shirt away, and it looked like more than a stab, it looked like someone had stuck a stake in his chest and then moved it all around. His skin was as pale as death, and his breath was coming out in stuttered gasps.
"Ares," I whispered. I glanced over at Connor. "What do I do? Do you need to put a tube in me to feed him?”
He shook his head. "I think it will work best from the source. Here," he said, pulling a knife from his pocket. One of the women grabbed it from him and poured alcohol over it to clean it before handing it back to Connor.
"I'm sorry," he murmured before he took my hand and sliced it. That took me off guard, but I immediately brought it to Ares’s lips, the drops of blood falling into his mouth while someone else held it open.
"I think you need to cut me more," I said worriedly, when it didn't seem to be helping, and the wound was already starting to close from my supernatural healing powers.
I couldn’t help but muse on that for half a second. I hadn’t had that power before, because I hadn’t had my first shift. You had to have your Alpha call your wolf out for you the first time. Had I shifted in the last year? And it was just another thing I couldn’t remember? My heart cried at the thought.
Connor brought my attention back when he took a deep breath, and then cut me even deeper. It hurt like a mother fucker, but I didn't make a sound. I just immediately put it back to Ares’s lips as the blood trailed into his mouth. We all waited and watched with bated breath.
It seemed like a lifetime passed, but finally I noticed that some color was returning to his cheeks.
"I think it's working," I cried out, listening to the excited murmurs around me. Suddenly one of Ares’s hands shot up and grabbed my arm, and his sharp fangs popped out. He plunged them into my wrist and I gasped, my knees buckling as he began to take deep draws of my blood.
"Rune!" Connor exclaimed, but I shook my head, staggering back up to my feet as all sorts of feelings rushed through me…not all of them painful.
"It's all right," I whispered, watching Ares’s chest closely as the wound began to close up. If this didn't prove I was his blood match, or there was at least something special about my blood to him, I wasn't sure what would.
This moment felt intimate, even with his eyes closed. It felt like he was taking my life force inside of him, and we’d be connected forever after this.
Finally, Ares opened his eyes, and I was once again staring into his beautiful midnight blue gaze.
He was confused for a moment, his gaze darting all around the room, before the hand that wasn't holding my wrist to his mouth felt around the ever healing wound on his chest. He tried to remove his teeth from within me, but I held my wrist to his mouth.
"Just a little longer," I ordered, not wanting to stop until the wound was all the way gone.
He was still too pale.
His gaze came back to me, and there were so many emotions I was watching rippling over his face. Gratefulness, worship… And love that took my breath away.
Finally the wound on his chest was completely gone and Ares slipped his teeth out of my wrist, licking across the wound so that the cuts would heal.
I was lightheaded, and the second he let go, I started to collapse. I was saved from falling by him leaping off the table, and catching me in his arms.
"I was just testing to make sure you actually healed?" I said feebly. But he didn't smile at my joke.
"I took too much. Fuck," he growled, scooping me up into his arms until we were both on the table. He cradled me close to his chest as my body worked to recover. I noticed the way that my heartbeat had slowed. He’d really taken a lot.
"You are not allowed to ever put yourself in danger for me," he ordered fiercely before he took a shuddering breath. "But I love you so much that you did."
We sat there in silence, while I recovered, and just when I was about to ask him what happened, the crowd burst through the door, Connor leading the way. They gathered around us, all of them asking how he was feeling and fretting over him. Once again, it hit me just how much Ares was loved.
He reassured them for another ten minutes, but when I yawned, he immediately ended the conversations.
