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“Nope, just that she’d been kidnapped,” my best friend replies. “Apparently, she’s a bit skittish.”
While I’m suspicious of this whole scenario, I don’t blame the she-wolf for not trusting the dragon, even if he is her mate.
Finding your mate doesn’t always mean a happily-ever-after. I learned that long ago when we took in another wolf. She was only sixteen at the time and had just murdered her mate. It was self-defense and she had every right, but I saw firsthand the damage it did to her.
Finally, I spot Lykem’s red dragon in the sky. He’s coming down fast. Almost too fast.
“Something’s wrong,” I say, backing up to give him more room to land, but he ends up sailing past us.
The three of us run to the dragon, and when we get next to him, we find a body wrapped in a blanket, practically frozen to his back.
“Shit,” I mutter before leaping onto Lykem’s wing and reaching for her. She doesn’t move when I grab her arm. “My name is Dawsyn. I’m going to help you down.”
Still no response.
River and Cillian are waiting for me, but this isn’t going to be easy. “She’s literally stuck to him.”
“Go get a bucket of warm water,” Cillian tells River, but Lykem seems to have other plans.
His head turns back toward me and his mate, then he opens his mouth.
“If you burn Dawsyn, I will break every bone in your body,” Cillian warns the dragon, but Lykem ignores him.
The dragon starts to breathe heavily, heat escaping from him through the bit of smoke he’s also producing. This might be a little awkward, but the warm air from his fiery mouth starts to melt the ice off her.
“It’s working,” I say, pointing to her knees. “Now, the other side.”
“So c-c-cold,” she mumbles, and I rub a hand over her back.
“It’s okay. We’re going to get you inside just as soon as we can,” I promise.
She doesn’t reply, but soon, I can finally move her and transition the blonde from my arms to Cillian’s. Before my feet are even on the ground, Lykem is shifting back to his human form. He pushes me out of the way and takes the woman from Cillian.
“I’ve got her,” he says, brushing the blanket out of her face.
“Alexis?” River’s voice asks with awe, but I don’t see her face move in recognition before I turn back to him.
“Do you know her?” I ask with a head tilt.
His eyes are wide, and he’s staring hard, which has Lykem growling. “I went to her funeral. Fourteen years ago.”
“Explain. Now,” Lykem snarls.
“She’s older, but I’m almost positive this is Alexis DeBree from my pack,” River says. “She went missing, and after a year of looking for her, her parents finally assumed she was dead. Witches couldn’t find her existence. Not even Beatrix. I was friends with her. She lived next door to me for years.”
Well, this just got more interesting.
She begins to stir in Lykem’s arms, and he turns her away from us. “We’re not doing this right now.”
Having been around enough newly mated men, I don’t argue with Lykem. Instead, I place a hand on his shoulder and smile. “Let’s get her inside, then.”
He thankfully agrees, and we let him go ahead. He heads for the back door to the kitchen, which is probably best since the others are crammed into the living room being entertained by my children.
“Can you get her some new clothes and a few more blankets?” Lykem asks once we’re inside. “I’m going to take her to one of the spare rooms.”
He doesn’t wait for any of us to respond, and once he’s out of sight, I look at Cillian. “This could be really bad.”
His frown deepens. “She’s his mate. We’re going to make it as good as it can be.”
