The Head Wolf-Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
“The last time I saw you, you were a wolf.” She’d been snapping at an also-changed doctor and James in his human form. She’d been so out of her head between the blood loss and the reconfiguration of her very cells that she hadn’t recognized him. The only thing that allowed the other werewolves in the room to escape in one piece was the fact that she was too high and disoriented to lunge at any of them.
The fear he’d felt at that moment—that she would be destroyed by becoming a wolf—threatened to tear him apart. It was only after he talked to Frankie for a good long while, reassured that her empathy was actually easier to control as a wolf, was he able to breath.
But, as he stood in threshold of the room where Sam had been unconscious for the past two weeks, he was filled with a more quotidian dread—that Samantha was whole but would not forgive him.
He’d broken her trust by not keeping her perfectly safe in Mac Tíre, and she was well within her rights to banish him from her life. As an alpha, he could force the pack to accept her and then avoid her if she wished it. But that would kill him.
Her face didn’t betray anything as he walked slowly towards her bed. She looked fragile there, but her eyes were alive with something he couldn’t put his finger on. Before he reached her, Frankie stood up and said, “I’m going to get out of here because you two have a lot to talk about.”
She grabbed Sam’s hand and squeezed. “I love you so much.”
“Promise not to disappear again?” It wasn’t a good sign that Sam was ignoring him, but he was glad to see the sisters appeared to have mended fences.
Frankie nodded. “Never again.”
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