The Veil of Light

Chapter Nine

Mason eyed his son weirdly as he lay stretched out in bed, one arm behind his head, the other on his stomach, and a smile playing on his lips.

"My mate is okay dad." Maddox whispers, turning to his father with watery eyes.

Slowly approaching the bed, Mason placed a hand on Maddox's forehead. He knew it was rare for wolves to get sick, but it didn't hurt to check anyways. "What?"

A content sigh falling from his lips, "I had to help her. The Moon Goddess said that she needed me, so I helped her. And now she's okay, she'll be okay dad."

Mason picked up how Maddox's words were slurring together and knew that he was still half asleep, but that didn't change anything. He had been waiting since his sixteenth birthday for his son to tell him that he was leaving to find his mate. A whole year had passed and still nothing, he hadn't even brought up anything concerning mates either.

This would be the first and it wasn't at all what Mason had expected. He could see whatever it was had really affected Maddox.

"She needed me. I don't know if she's hurting or has been hurt, but I did it." Mason watched as his son sobbed and choked on his words before pulling him into his arms.

And of course Mason believed him, there was no way you can fake emotions like that. Especially if it concerns the one that you would be spending the rest of your life with.

Maddox held on tightly to his father until he had fallen into a deep sleep, leaving Mason confused, but also a bit concerned.

.....

Amora lay bundled up in all of the blankets that Maddox had wrapped her up in. The doctor had walked away just minutes before, leaving him to sit at her bedside, eyes never leaving her.

Once Maddox had finished up with the meeting, dinner and his mate were the only things that he wanted. He had started to panic when he couldn't find her anywhere, asking whoever he had come in contact with if they had by any chance seen her.

They had pointed him in a direction and he had immediately taken off. When he had finally picked up her sweet scent it had begun to snow heavily.

If he hadn't been looking closely he would've trampled over Amora because the snow had almost completly covered her.

Amora's faint pulse and blue lips forced a sickening feeling of fright to settle in Maddox's chest and stomach. He had no idea as to what happened to her, but getting her into some warm clothes and to the doctor was his first priority at that moment.

There were no open wounds, marks, or bruises on her, and even though the doctor had reassured Maddox that Amora was fine, he knew he wouldn't be able to breathe properly until she awoke and could actually tell him herself.

When Amora had opened her eyes it was in the early hours of the next day. Maddox hadn't moved an inch until he saw her shifting under the weight of the blankets.

Amora glanced around the room, blinking rapidly with confusion. Her head snapping towards Maddox as he called for the doctor. The distressed expression on his face only confused her more.

She struggled against the thick blankets that were wrapped around her like a cocoon. She felt like she was being baked and the wetness of her sweat made her feel even more disgusted.

Maddox could see the distaste on her face and began to pull each layer off. "Why am I here?" She whispers as her eyes move over the medical equipment.

Amora could hear Maddox talking and she fought with herself to process what he was saying, but each tool that lay on top of the counter behind him wouldn't allow her to focus. The thought of her young self strapped to a cold steel table as they cut, poked, and prodded at her for hours with similar instruments made her head spin and stomach turn.