Grey Fate

Chapter 7

"Cora," A frantic voice pleaded, "Please Cora, wake up." I could feel a dull ache throughout my body before a sharp pain began to flood me as I began to gain consciousness.

I groaned in pain, dull light hitting my retinas as I opened my eyes. Dark, stormy eyes filled with worry met mine, and the stench of fuel and smoke filled the air.

The car crash hit my memory, and I bolted up suddenly, only to find myself on a hard hospital bed instead of the snow I had fallen into. My arm ached like hell, but the damage was hidden beneath thick bandages.

"Thank fuck." Milo breathed, his eyes scanning up and down my broken form. I felt like a train wreck, or more accurately, the victim of a car accident.

"Yes thank fuck, mister!" I screeched, "Thank fuck you have a mate as courageous as me to drag your dummy, speeding, no-good-driving arse from an exploding piece of broken metal!" My eyes bore into his with pain and anger, and a tickle of relief that I'd saved us both.

I mentally thanked my wolf, but she was quiet, busy focusing on our injuries and trying to heal them.

His eyes filled with guilt and gratefulness. "I know, I'm sorry, I didn't smell the wolf and I just..."

"Didn't think!?" I yelled, "Hell, you did not think that speeding and not looking at the road was important to stop these things called car accidents from happening!? I am never, ever, ever, getting in a car with you again!" Rage surged through me, fuelled partially by the adrenaline that still pumped through my veins.

He nodded, running his hand down my injured arm, but I pulled away from his grasp. I hissed as pain coursed through me.

Thinking of my pain, I noticed how able Milo looked. The only evidence of the accident was a small scrape on his forehead, which was healing in front of my eyes, turning from red to a pale pink scar. That fucking quick healing bastard. I dragged him from a vehicle and he is fine, yet I'm a walking corpse.

"Thank you, Cora. For saving me. Thank you." He whispered sincerely, cooling my fury slightly.

I placed my hand on his arm tenderly, my eyes softening. "I may think you're a total arsehole and dislike your driving abilities, or lack of, but you are my mate. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I left you in a burning car." I laughed softly over the pain the thought left with me.

"Well I'm relieved." He breathed, placing his large hand over mine. Tingles sent pleasure waves through me.

Before I could respond, there was a light tap on the door, which swiftly opened to reveal a tall blonde male. He had sharp blue eyes and a long, slender frame, but was clearly very athletic. His face looked harsh and angled; until his cold eyes met mine and his face began to glow with a clinical sort of smile.

I couldn't tell if it was sincere, but the edge to his eyes didn't settle well with my wolf.

I don't trust him. She muttered, growling lowly. I could feel my mental heckles rising.

"Good evening to you, Luna." He smiled, approaching the right side of my bed swiftly. "Alpha." He nodded his head coolly at Milo, who gave a short nod back.

"Well, Luna, it appears you had a nasty scuffle." He smirked, and Milo growled slightly. Clearly he was upset that he had hurt me, and it filled me with a content. I was glad he felt bad, especially when I felt this awful.

The man continued, ignoring his Alpha. "Your left arm was badly cut up, and by that, I mean you nearly tore your artery so you are very lucky." Milo tensed, and I felt slightly amazed that I'd managed to save Milo on a nearly torn artery. No wonder it had hurt so much.