protect Gavin from unseen danger. But I knew we couldn’t do a damn thing about this fever until I knew what it was. I jumped into the front seat and Tomas piled into the back, Gavin’s legs strewn over his lap.
“How’s he doing?” I asked Tomas.
He met my eyes through the rearview mirror. “Unconscious and burning up.”
My wolf rose to the surface and my arms broke out in furry patches.
‘No! Stop it!’ I shouted at her. WTF! She was going completely rogue on me.
Suddenly, Tomas gasped and I turned to see what had shocked him. Gavin’s arms were breaking out in furry patches as well. White, thick fur like mine. I acted on instinct, yanking a few of the hairs off and putting them in my pocket. Hair was a witch’s best friend. It might help me help him.
Tomas looked from my arms to Gavin’s. “I thought your kind was supposed to be able to control the shift.”
I groaned. “We are.” I faced forward and rode the rest of the way to the witches’ house in silence. When Gavin’s arms finally ceased their furriness, mine did as well.
Jax met my gaze as we pulled up to the coven house. ‘He’s your mate, sister. I feel it.’
I bit the inside of my cheek. ‘Then help me keep him alive because I don’t even know his middle name.’
My brother chuckled. Throwing the car in park, he got out and went around the back to pull Gavin out. I opened my door just in time to see his grandfather get out.
“No, Tomas, sir. You have to stay in the car.” I put a light hand on his chest. I shouldn’t have even brought him at all. Seeing this house, he could tell people.
“Why? I’m not afraid of werewolves, I don’t mind,” he stated calmly and I debated on what to tell him.
“There aren’t werewolves here. Please, for Gavin’s sake, get back in the car.” My voice was stern but pleading as his thick, white eyebrows drew together in concern.
“How can I trust that you will keep him safe?” There was a vulnerability in his voice.
Taking a deep breath, I told him the truth. “Because I think he’s my mate.” Saying it out loud brought the realization crashing into me. My mate, my soul’s other half, my person. He was sick and he needed help and I barely knew him. Awkward didn’t even begin to cover it.
Tomas’ mouth opened in shock but my answer seemed to be good enough for him.
“Alright, Anya, alright.” Tomas nodded and slipped back into the car without a fight.
Thank God. I exhaled the breath I had been holding.
“Anya!” Jax was at the door now, banging on it fiercely. I took off running just as Gretchen opened the door, wearing a lime green bohemian dress and with her pearl white hair in a bun atop her head.
She took one look at Gavin and shook her head. “Oh, dear. Come in.”
Jax placed Gavin on Gretchen’s couch and I saw that Muriel and Saben, sister and brother witches, were also there. Good. Gretchen had an affinity for healing, and Muriel and Saben were both powerful witches. Together we would be able to find out what was going on. Muriel was my age and Saben only a few years older. They both had pale white skin, blonde hair, and green eyes and Jax and I hung out with them at witch events often. We weren’t as close with them as we were with our pack mates, but I trusted them enough with this.
Gretchen pulled back Gavin’s eyelid and gasped at the glowing yellow eyes and blood red whites.
“This is Gavin, the person I have been getting visions about,” I told them, and before I could wuss out, I blurted out, “And I think he’s my mate.”
Gretchen looked surprised even though it was her and Jax’s theory to begin with. She even leaned forward to smell him. I quickly caught the group up on what had happened, my heating up, the furry arms, and what his grandparents had said about being an orphan. Then I handed Gretchen the fur from my pocket.
She took it and raised it to her nose, inhaling. “Wolf,” she said with surety.
My mouth dropped open.
“How’s he doing?” I asked Tomas.
He met my eyes through the rearview mirror. “Unconscious and burning up.”
My wolf rose to the surface and my arms broke out in furry patches.
‘No! Stop it!’ I shouted at her. WTF! She was going completely rogue on me.
Suddenly, Tomas gasped and I turned to see what had shocked him. Gavin’s arms were breaking out in furry patches as well. White, thick fur like mine. I acted on instinct, yanking a few of the hairs off and putting them in my pocket. Hair was a witch’s best friend. It might help me help him.
Tomas looked from my arms to Gavin’s. “I thought your kind was supposed to be able to control the shift.”
I groaned. “We are.” I faced forward and rode the rest of the way to the witches’ house in silence. When Gavin’s arms finally ceased their furriness, mine did as well.
Jax met my gaze as we pulled up to the coven house. ‘He’s your mate, sister. I feel it.’
I bit the inside of my cheek. ‘Then help me keep him alive because I don’t even know his middle name.’
My brother chuckled. Throwing the car in park, he got out and went around the back to pull Gavin out. I opened my door just in time to see his grandfather get out.
“No, Tomas, sir. You have to stay in the car.” I put a light hand on his chest. I shouldn’t have even brought him at all. Seeing this house, he could tell people.
“Why? I’m not afraid of werewolves, I don’t mind,” he stated calmly and I debated on what to tell him.
“There aren’t werewolves here. Please, for Gavin’s sake, get back in the car.” My voice was stern but pleading as his thick, white eyebrows drew together in concern.
“How can I trust that you will keep him safe?” There was a vulnerability in his voice.
Taking a deep breath, I told him the truth. “Because I think he’s my mate.” Saying it out loud brought the realization crashing into me. My mate, my soul’s other half, my person. He was sick and he needed help and I barely knew him. Awkward didn’t even begin to cover it.
Tomas’ mouth opened in shock but my answer seemed to be good enough for him.
“Alright, Anya, alright.” Tomas nodded and slipped back into the car without a fight.
Thank God. I exhaled the breath I had been holding.
“Anya!” Jax was at the door now, banging on it fiercely. I took off running just as Gretchen opened the door, wearing a lime green bohemian dress and with her pearl white hair in a bun atop her head.
She took one look at Gavin and shook her head. “Oh, dear. Come in.”
Jax placed Gavin on Gretchen’s couch and I saw that Muriel and Saben, sister and brother witches, were also there. Good. Gretchen had an affinity for healing, and Muriel and Saben were both powerful witches. Together we would be able to find out what was going on. Muriel was my age and Saben only a few years older. They both had pale white skin, blonde hair, and green eyes and Jax and I hung out with them at witch events often. We weren’t as close with them as we were with our pack mates, but I trusted them enough with this.
Gretchen pulled back Gavin’s eyelid and gasped at the glowing yellow eyes and blood red whites.
“This is Gavin, the person I have been getting visions about,” I told them, and before I could wuss out, I blurted out, “And I think he’s my mate.”
Gretchen looked surprised even though it was her and Jax’s theory to begin with. She even leaned forward to smell him. I quickly caught the group up on what had happened, my heating up, the furry arms, and what his grandparents had said about being an orphan. Then I handed Gretchen the fur from my pocket.
She took it and raised it to her nose, inhaling. “Wolf,” she said with surety.
My mouth dropped open.
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