The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 61

Sixty-One: Killian

Killian’s P.O.V.

She was mesmerizing. The way her body glowed a bright white, similar to the moon was enchanting. But that was before she started screaming, crying for the pain to stop. Before she started scratching her chest open and coughing up blood.

Was it mine or hers?

The audience had been in awe of her, just as I was. I could feel it through our pack bond how hypnotized they were by her ethereal glow. The feeling was quickly washed over by horror. Was my mate going to die in front of the world? Had it been an attack from our enemies? Was she having a reaction to my blood?

I didn't have to call for her, Joselin transported next to Natalie, eyeing her with wonder.

"There is so much power." She mumbled as she tilted her head to the side like a dog who had heard something unusual.

I couldn't spare her any of my focus. I had just barely caught Natalie as she crumpled to the ground screaming in pain. "Do something!” I growled, my Lycan coming forward. I pushed down my beast, knowing that it was more urgent that I be present in this state for her.

Joselin stepped forward, but then I felt it. It was barely there, but her bones shook as if they were trying to move...to break. Her scent grew thicker, and my eyes widened as I grabbed Joselin's wrist before she could take Natalie and me away from here.

"No."

do something. I need to

my eyes meeting the bloodshot ones of my mate as she gasped, trying to take

darkened at my words, and I knew while she was in agony that she was excited. She had been waiting to shift for years but was never

but I need you to listen to me. I need you to try to feel your wolf. Find her. Let her in." I knew she wanted to listen. She wanted to shift. But her body was working against her mind,

grew louder as the wind whipped through the area, surrounding us in a whirlpool that threatened

muttered, and I glanced up at her to see she was staring down at Natalie still. "She won't... she needs to get to the infirmary. There is too much. Too much power.

looked back down at my mate. She was a wolf. I could smell it. Had I confused her body with my blood, with my

my arms, her cries growing quieter with my touch. "I

as she launched on top of us, wrapping her arms around us and

groaned in pain, her

to approach us, and I forced my arms open and let her see my mate. The golden crown clattered loudly to the ground from her head as the healers surrounded us, each of them trying to inspect my

was a flurry of activity as they gently guided me to rise from my knees and take my mate to a bed. I did as they asked, my eyes never straying from my mate's as hers remained closed.

healed her. Her wolf would have protected

by the door, for which

in the other. I wasn't

an hour later as the healers began to walk away one by one, having done all

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