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.

could hold her in my arms and protect her from the world around us. I would take on every enemy and every threat I could to

on her arm until I had no choice but to release her. "If we touch her while she is in the other

foggy puff of air leaving her lips in the warm corridor. "And if we touch her while she

going in and out too fast.” Aurora shouted as I walked around her

from thick to misty clouds, leaving her

as her form solidified, I reached out, wrapping my arms

put as much distance between us as possible, but

it's okay! Come back to me!" The louder I spoke, the more she fought.

still, and I held on tighter as she shivered aggressively and began to cry, releasing loud, racking sobs. The guards around us

tighter to her, whimpering and shoving her body as close to mine as possible. I let out a warning

his head in submission before moving away but staying close enough that he could help if

as we waited, worried for her mental and physical well-being after what we had just seen of her. I couldn't imagine what she had just gone through. As she calmed, I held her tight in my lap, my muzzle laying over the top of her head, trying to shield her from the outside world as

begun to normalize, and her body felt warmer to the touch before I

pulled back, shaking her head with a horrified look as silent tears ran down her cheeks.

me as I remembered her mentioning she heard a voice talking to her while I was in the shower. I had sensed no one near us, and no new or dark magic 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 she

of a bitch who took my mate, and I would torture them every day for the rest

"What voice?" Charlie asked.

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