The Wolf Who Saved Me

Chapter 16 Callahan

I woke up with Mira still snuggled up in my arms. We were still on the couch in the living room. I looked over at the clock that hung over the fireplace. It was just a little after 11, we had been sleeping for several hours now. No doubt, Mira was exhausted from the sex we had now twice in the same day. I looked over at the table and saw that we had yet to clean up from dinner. I didn't want to wake her, I wanted my darling to sleep. So I gently got up from the couch and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her down on the bed, she rolled over with my name on her lips. That made me smile, knowing even in her dreams she wanted me. I pulled the blanket over her naked body, I could see my mark on her neck in the moonlight. Which made both my wolf and I very happy. Now every wolf in Boston, hell every wolf in America will know that Mira Beckett is my mate, and no one would ever change that now. I slowly shut the bedroom door behind, so as not to wake her up while I cleaned up.

I poured myself some whiskey and pulled my sweatpants back on. I began cleaning up from dinner. Thinking about the day. Mira had taken everything rather well. For her being a human. There was still so much I had to tell her, but now that she was a part of life. I would tell her everything and more. It was almost midnight before I finished the dishes and put away all the leftover food. No doubt the caretakers of the cabin would appreciate the extra food. Mira was a very good cook, something that made me excited. Though my dad and I haven't seen eye to eye lately, I remember being little. How he would always cook dinner for us every night, no matter what was going on in his life. In his way, my dad loved me. Though his judgment was clouded with what had happened with my mother. I threw the towel I had been using in the laundry. A wave of fear and panic hit my body. I grasped the counter, shit what the hell was that? It was then I heard Mira crying out from the bedroom. It was her fear I was feeling, her panic.

"No Tony, please, stop, please," I heard Mira cry. I raced toward the bedroom and opened the door. I knew that the fear and panic I was feeling was Mira's as she was going through the nightmare. My wolf was bearing its canines at the mention of Tony's name. I wanted this son of bitch to die. To pay for what he did to Mira. Mira was tossing and turning in the bed. Her whimpers fill the empty space. I walked over and sat on the bed beside her. I felt my heart constrict seeing her like this. I hated what he did to her, I hated myself for not finding her sooner. It wasn't fair for her to go throug this.

"Baby, hey wake up," I whispered. I gently shook her shoulder. I watched her eyes slowly open, meeting mine. They were shining with fear.

"Cal," she whispered. Her eyes brimmed with tears. She sat up and threw her arms around my neck. Burying her face in my shoulder. I sighed and wrapped my arms around her. Holding her close. She began to sob heavily.

"Hush sweetheart, hush. It is ok, I am here," I whispered. My wolf was still itching to shift and track this man down. To tear him from limb to limb. I knew that he was a wolf, a wolf that belonged to a pack that was ruthless. A wolf that would do anything to have Mira, even though she wasn't his mate. Finally after several minutes she calmed down. She pulled away to meet my eyes, hers were red from crying. But even now she looks so beautiful in the moonlight. I gently cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead.

"Baby, will you please tell me what happened? What made you so scared. Why are you having nightmares," I pleaded. I knew I was pushing her, but I needed to know. If I knew, then I could better protect her from her stalker ex. She sighed and pulled out of my grasp.

"I don't wanna talk about it Callahan, please leave it alone," she whispered. She got up from the bed and grabbed some sweatpants and a sports bra. I followed her out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. She saw the whiskey sitting on the counter. I grabbed the glass and jugged the remainder of the drink.

"I know you are upset Mira, I can feel the fear and panic rolling off of you. Please talk to me. I am not going anywhere," I said. I watched her grab the whiskey bottle and pour more into the glass. She looked at me, and I couldn't tell if she was becoming angry or more afraid.