She's My Angel

Chapter 12

Dr. Liam Hurt's POV

After a whole day of searching, I found where she was staying. Of course I should have seen it before. Her mates house. I had no trouble getting onto his land and waltz right through the front door of the pack house. A couple people looked at me with curious stares but they were all to preoccupied to care enough to investigate. I assume it is because their future Luna was 'unwell.' Lucky for them I knew the cause and cure. It was simple really. 

A howl sounded through the house, an understatement really I bet it could be heard in town. Touching my ears, I look at my finger tip to see blood. 

Shit. 

I run up the stairs and into the room where everybody was heading into. Well the males where heading into, I knew what that meant. 

It took a lot of pushing to get through the crowd. 

"OUT!" His wolf was clearly in control. This was going to be more difficult than I once thought. When the assigned me this position in my life I did not sign up for werewolves. I guess I have to make the best out of this. 

"Alpha listen to me I know how to save her." I need him to listen quickly before it was to late. 

"LIES! LEAVE!"

"Alpha I am not lying. I am her protector, her guardian. Now I am not going to touch her, she is your mate. All you have to do is mark her and do it now. The window of opportunity is closing. Do it!"

He slowly looks up at me and I can barely see the conflict bring within him. His human fighting for control over the wolf. 

"What do you have to lose?" I whisper. That is all it took for him to look down at his mate. Holding her tighter in his arm, if that was possible, then gently kissing the side of her neck. Right before extending his canines and biting down hard. 

When I say hard, I meant hard. I could hear the skin tearing. 

This has to work. If it doesn't I will be screwed. When your life's purpose it to protect one person and that person dies than your life has no more purpose. 

He completes the bite, everything becomes silent. 

Now we wait. 

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Ophelia's POV

I was certain that where ever I am was worse than death. It was not an actual place but more like a state in which I could not move. I could just feel.

It was like every vein was being ripped out, one-by-one. All I could do was sit there and take all the pain. There was no relief. I could not even think about anything but the pain. 

Then it stops. 

I don't feel anything. At least it is an upgrade from the horrible pain I went through moments before. 

'Ophelia, darling.' I could hear a voice calling me. It sounded heavenly. I just wanted to hear it some more, it was a woman calling out to me. 

'Who are you?' I could not see anything but darkness but I felt like she was right there with me.

'Your mother.' She did in no way sound like my mother. My mother has a preppy voice that always sounded polished and perfect. This voice was sweet like honey. 

'Who are you really?'