The Beast And The Blessed

Eighty-One: Killian

Killian's P.O.V.

Natalie was looking down the hallway. Her green eyes, which I adored, had turned light blue. Her skin washed of its usual pink hue, leaving her the color of snow. The blue and purple shade of her lips made me want to pull her into my arms and hold her until she was warm again.

She was fighting. I could see the struggle as her arms tightened around her torso, but our mate bond was empty.

I had woken up with it empty, and none of the guards had seen her leave. She had just disappeared, and the entire castle and city had searched for her for hours. It was early afternoon when I felt a flicker of her presence in our bond.

As it disappeared again, the maid yelling for a healer caught my attention. Several guards immediately alerted me that my mate had appeared in the hallway outside the infirmary.

Only she wasn't entirely there. Her image was solid but would periodically flicker like a poor-quality hologram.

Her ghostly complexion ripped at my heart. I wanted to save her, protect her. But I didn't know how to save someone from something I couldn't see. Was it possible?

"No!" She cried out, throwing her hands up as her figure solidified, sending everyone flying back against the wall. I growled, the drywall crumbling as I pulled myself out of the hole.

Something was attacking my mate, and I couldn't do anything about it. I turned to her mother, my body morphing and shifting as I transformed into my Lycan. "She shares your magic! You save her! Bring her back!”

"If I could, I would have." Her calm statement was met with my fury as I grabbed her arm and spun her around to face me.

I was ready to beg and plead for my mate to be returned to me so I could hold her in my arms and protect her from the world around

she glared at me. My hands began to burn as my grip tightened on her arm until I had no choice but to release her. "If we touch her while she is in the other realm, we could be

glanced back to my mate, watching with horror as breath after breath resulted in a foggy puff of air leaving her lips in the warm corridor. "And if we touch her while she is in our

wrong is too great! She is going in and out too fast.” Aurora shouted as I walked around her and crouched before my mate. "You have no idea what kind of magic is at

went from thick to misty clouds, leaving her lungs. As the witch

wrapping my arms around her frozen body, pulling her to me. "I've

to put as much distance between us as possible, but I wasn't

it's okay! Come back to me!" The louder I spoke,

to cry, releasing loud, racking sobs. The guards around us shifted nervously as they waited to see if she was

and shoving her body as close to mine as possible. I let out a warning growl for the

but staying close enough that he could help if

gone through. As she calmed, I held her tight

her body felt warmer to the touch before I spoke.

shaking her head with a horrified look as silent

had been in the air. It was only hers. But someone had been there, so close to her while she was sleeping, vulnerable. She had let her guard down as

son of a bitch who took my mate, and I would torture

"What voice?" Charlie asked.

last night. He was talking last night, but I couldn't hear what he was saying." Natalie looked over my shoulder. I turned to see which guard she turned to, but they moved aside, and her gaze held steady, locked on my