Wereball Series - Along Came A Mate

Chapter 16

Logan was my mate, the person meant to make my heart skip a beat. And indeed he did. Just not in that classic way, as expected from a mate...

Oh no! Thanks to him, in the next hour I will have suffered from a series of heart attacks, one after another, for different reasons... And I should not even be surprised! After all, it would not have been Logan if he had not caused all my organs to go haywire and my mind to stop functioning.

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Shifting looked painful for a lycan. The pops of bones and retract of fur were different than the usual phasing.

When it was over, some lycan's traces remained. His nails were still slightly pointy and black. His hair had some black strains but apart from that everything else lookedꟷ "Oh, Goddess!" I covered my mouth in shock. Only then did I notice a peculiar detail.

My wide eyes followed the movement of a long black tail swinging from left to right, thumping against the ground.

First mini-heart attack: checked.

"Yvaine." Logan rasped out. "Where are you?" He scrambled for purchase, stumbled, and almost fell on his face when he tried to stand up.

"I'm here," I was about to help him when I froze.

Because his head had snapped in my direction when I spoke ... and that was when my second heart attack was delivered.

His eyes were milky-white, cloudy, unfocused.

I bit back a whimper as I sank to my knees beneath their weight.

'My mate is blind.'

"Logan..." I sobbed, unable to move.

His hand searched around until it grabbed my forearm, bringing me closer.

"Here you are...Are you crying?" He tilted his head to the side as he scrunched his eyebrows. "Why, Bunny Doc?"

I shook my head whilst a waterfall of tears flooded my cheeks.

"You're going to tell me eventually," Logan murmured huskily. His lips brushed the side of my neck. "But take your time. I'm not in a hurry right now." I felt a soft stroke as his nose ran up my throat.

How could he be so relaxed and playful? Did not he realize that the symptoms he was reporting were permanent?

Our turbulent past was forgotten. It paled in comparison to this.

"Logan, you are...you cannot...." I choked back a sob as I looked at his beautiful face, "Your eyesꟷ"

"Oh yeah. I'm blind." He shrugged as if it were not a big deal.

"Are you worried about me, Bunny Doc?"

Logan took my chin in his hand and tilted my head. "Mm? Tell me." His thumb ran softly back and forth along my jaw.

"I'm so sorry I left, Logan..." I cried out as I hugged him tightly, my cheek resting on his head. "If I hadn't gone... if Lucien didn't... if weꟷ" Strong arms wrapped around me as I felt him inhale my hair. "Sssh, it doesn't matter. You couldn't have known."

How long we stayed like that, wrapped in each other, on our knees, was a mystery. My mind was already conjecturing rehab and assistance plans. "You know, in my hospital there is a research center with trials for blind people that ..." And I kept talking, proposing medical strategies, listing names and so on, while he was there, listening to me and sniffing my hair or my neck.

"Well, that's great Bunny Doc." My mate said at some point, with a playful voice. "If I ever meet a blind person, I'll make sure to send him/her over."

My eyebrows knitted together in a little frown as I lifted my head to study him.