The Beasts Curse

Sixteen

Sixteen

My body was on fire. I vaguely had the sense that I was lying on the ground. I tried to lift my head. My arms.

Anything.

But my body wasn't listening to me. It was as if I had turned to stone, and was resting at the bottom of a fire pit. Just the thought of moving made me want to scream. But, like the rest of my body, my lungs refused to work. I couldn't tell if I was breathing. There was no way I'd be able to push air up and out of my lungs to scream, especially if I couldn't tell if they were working correctly in the first place.

I felt blind. Everything was white. And though I tried to move my eyes, nothing changed. The scenery of nothingness stayed the same.

I wanted to cry and to scream. To pound my hands into the ground, and break something. Alex was in danger. I was in danger. My mate was in danger. And there wasn't a damn thing that I could do to help.

Sh baby you'll be okay, we can get you fixed up. You're going to be fine. Just stay with me, love.

I wanted to reply. I wanted to say that I wasn't going to be okay. That the pain was unbearable. That even death seemed more appealing than being alive. But I knew, even if I could talk, if I was fully conscious, that I would never say that out loud. I wouldn't even have thought it. There was so much that I didn't know about the world. About myself. About Knight.

There was so much I wanted to learn about Knight and his lifestyle. Who he was a person. I didn't even know his favorite color. There was no way I could leave my mate alone. There was no way I was leaving this world without fully knowing what it was like to live as a mated couple with an Alpha werewolf. Not without knowing him as I knew myself.

Don't worry, we'll be fine.

*****

"Damn it Dimitri, isn't there anything else you can do for her?"

"I-I'm sorry Knight, Alpha. But I've done everything I can. It's all up to her now."

"It's been three fucking days, Dimitri. There has to be something, anything, that you forgot to do, that you can do." I was pacing back in forth in front of the bedroom. Our bedroom. Where Renee lay, lifeless, within.

"I've looked in all of the books, consulted every major physician, there isn't anything, physically, wrong with her. It's mentally. Whatever is going inside her mind. . ."

"Stop. Don't you dare say another word. If that bastard did something to her, then let the Goddess have mercy on his soul." Dimitri bowed his head in submission and left without another word. More than likely to check on Alexandra. His mate, who was fully conscious.

I was getting angry. In fact, I'd been pissed for exactly three days. I ran my hand through my hair. She had been fine. Or as fine as someone with a broken arm could have been when I had attacked Vladimir.

What had caused the coma then?

My fist rammed into the wall. Fuck. There had to be something I could do. Anything. She was my mate for Christ sake.

I walked into the room.

She lay on the bed, covered in the comforter. Her hands folded loosely over her stomach. I clenched my jaw. She's so pale. I placed my hand on hers and sat on the edge of the bed.

"Renee, if you can hear me, please, please, come back to me. I can't live without you, and it's killing me to see you like this." I lifted her left hand and placed a kiss on it. "Baby, I don't know what to do. I'm supposed to be an Alpha. The leader of my pack. The one with answers to all of the questions. But now," I took in a breath. "Oh goddess, now I don't know what to do."