The Beast And The Blessed

Sixty-Two: Natalie

Natalie's P.O.V.

Loud talking disrupted my sleep, and I fought the urge to yell at them to shut up. But I was distracted by the sparks shooting through my hand. I knew right away that it was Killian. I had felt them before but never this extreme. Was this how he felt our bond? Was it because of the ceremony when I drank his blood, or was it because I had finally shifted and my wolf was present?

It felt as if I had drunk too much alcohol and had blacked out. I had no memory of last night beyond the first stabbing of pain once I had been crowned the queen.

"Did I do it?" I mumbled in my sleep-infused and groggy voice. The talking stopped, and the sparks danced over my cheeks as Killian cupped my face.

"You're awake. Thank the Goddess, you're awake!" He pressed a firm kiss down on my lips before pulling back and kissing my nose and cheeks in a flurry of happiness. I giggled as I forced my eyes open. His beautiful hazel eyes stared back at me with joy.

"What did she look like?" I wondered, the smile growing larger as I tried to feel in my mind for my wolf.

Killian pulled back, and the room fell silent.

It was then that I realized I was not in our room. The overhead florescent lights were harsh, and I glanced around the rows of empty beds and the healers who were watching me with sad smiles. My head fell back against the pillow as my hope was crushed.

"No. No. No. No." The repeated whisper had Killian pulling back slightly, rubbing his hands back over my hair as if he were smoothing it down.

didn't shift." His words were the final crack in the damn, and a tear silently fell over

to shift!" My protests were wasted on deaf ears as I dug harder

shift, I had the feeling that nothing would. I was going to be trapped in a human body forever.

punishing me for something I wasn't even aware I had done. Was it this life or

their expectations. She gave me a wolf but refused to let me shift. She gave me a mate and a crown, but she would be taking that away too

be dead. The poison would be too much for my frail

We just need you to get better first." Killian insisted. The heartbreak in his eyes had me closing my own. I didn't need to see how I had let him down too. He

eyes as Killian used his thumbs to wipe away the tear tracks down my cheeks. "I just need to

not to imagine the glee my old pack must have been feeling as they watched me fail to

would become stronger in my current

as she approached. "We haven't tried

entertaining, but I really just wanted to punch her right now. "Do tell then. What's the plan? You want to take my blood and run tests on it?

this amusing. We should be on our honeymoon of sorts right now, locked in our bedroom and ravishing each other until the real world forced us to return to it. Instead, I was the only one in a bed, and I had a bitchy witch

to elaborate. Instead, his eyes moved up to the male healer, and

side dominate the other, and the weaker side fades away

and Killian

think both sides are fighting to overpower the other, which is why the dominant one hasn't come forward yet. The Sanctum of Light is a very powerful place, some believe it is a direct connection with the Goddess, it may help the stronger side to rise up." I nodded in understanding, but I didn't fully