His Mate *currently in editing*

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Kacey's POV

Jack and I sit and stare at Spencer's sleeping body after bringing him in and setting him on the couch last night.

"What do you think happened to him?" Jack asks.

"I don't know. I heard the doorbell ring and when I opened it, he was lying on the ground in wolf form with bandages on his paw." I explain how I found Spencer passed out last night.

Jack was hardly awake when we brought him in so there wasn't exactly enough time to question anything.

"Who brought him?"

"There wasn't anyone with him."

Spencer's eyes suddenly flutter open and he groans.

"Hey," I say. "sleep well?" I have no idea what to say in a situation like this.

He just sighs in response.

"Are you okay?" Jack asks.

He tries to lift himself up and winces in the process. I'm guessing that bandage on his hand wasn't from a tiny prick. "I- I think. What happened?"

"We don't know." I respond to him.

Jack nods. "We're just glad you're okay."

Spencer spaces out and nods, standing up before heading to the kitchen.

So I follow him.

He pulls a water bottle out of the refrigerator and looks at me, leaning back on the fridge.

"Was it my fault Kacey?"

"What do you mean? Of course it wasn't your fault."

"She almost got-" He stops himself. "They were gonna hurt her... because I wasn't there."

"Spencer is sad. We must comfort him," Kira whimpers.

"None of us could've known that was going to happen. Don't blame yourself. Please."

He shakes his head vigorously as he lifts himself from the refrigerator, moving onto the countertop. "She's my mate. It's my responsibility to take care of her... and I fucked up."

I'm tired of this. He's never given himself credit for all that he's done for us and I think it's time that knows.

"Listen," I put on my stern 'mom' voice, ready to get preachy.

"Do it sis, pop off!"

"Ever since third grade you've always been hellbent on protecting us. Punching guys who call us weird and shit! This is the first time something almost happened to one of us and you were still there to prevent it. I'll be fucking damned if I have to listen to you talk about how useless you think you are when you're the reason we've stayed out of harms way all these years."

Spencer's mouth gapes open at my slight outburst. "But you know how violent I get."

I scoff at his obvious statement. "Dummy, of course I know! But I also know how much better you've gotten at controlling it. We may be werewolves but you are not a monster."

He slams the bottle on the counter and steps so close to me our noses are almost touching. "How do you know I won't hurt you?"

"Kacey he just tried us..."

"I know, baby, I know."

"You wanna know how I know?" I step even closer, the tips of our noses finally making contact. "At this point in the conversation you would've already punched a hole in the wall like you used to do when I decided to check you."