The Werewolf Assassin's Daughter

Chapter 16

A/N:  I know everyone, it's been months since I updated.  I've been getting so many ideas, and trying to get all of them down so I don't lose them that it's been driving me more insane than I already am.  In addition, I've been having a bit of writers block lately with several of my stories.  I finished this chapter only through a spark of inspiration while reading through a part of my work.  Please note that I can't update all the time like some writers here.  I only write when I am in my 'mode,' I guess you could call it, because that is when I really feel my own writing.  My best work is usually written when I have my sparks of inspiration, and so I rarely write without the sparks.  Think of it as a relationship.  If you have 'sparks' with a person, you're attracted to them and you have a better time with them.  If I have 'sparks' with a piece of my work, I'm addicted to it and I write more for it.  Seems legit...? Maybe...?  Ah, who cares if it makes sense or not?  Go on to read the chapter you've been waiting months for... unless you just started reading the story today.  Ah, crap enough talking

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HAYATE’S POV

My head was throbbing.  It was driving me insane—watching the love of my life lay in a bed similar to the kind you would find in a hospital.  Her wounds were not healing at a normal rate for shifters—after five days, the only change was that small, extremely thin scabs had formed over her wounds.  The wound on her shoulder had not healed at all.  It hadn’t gotten infected; it just wasn’t healing.  Her left leg had not started to heal either.  And her neck…

“You really shouldn’t do that,” Ren murmured from behind me.

I didn’t really hear him.  Not because he was quiet either; everyone in the pack was walking on eggshells.  What else could they do when their Alpha was about to snap at any given moment?  They were just waiting for me to attack someone.  But how could I not be restless when my mate was on a hospital bed in that condition?  Ren was the only one willing to risk my wrath.

“Oi!  Will you listen to me, Alpha?” my Beta threw a pillow from the sofa at my face, but I batted it aside absentmindedly.

“What, Ren?” I sounded like a man who had just lost everything that he loved, and I hated it.  I had not lost her.  I could not lose her.

“Look at your hands, dammit!  You’re hurting yourself.”

I looked down to see blood on my palms.  Indeed, I had dug my nails into my own skin without even realizing it. “Oh.”

“What do you mean, ‘oh?’  You’re killing me, Alpha.  She’s going to make it through this.  So stop drowning inside of yourself!  If I piss you off, and you kill me, I won’t care!  Anything will do if it will snap you out of this.”

I growled viciously, whipping around and pinning Ren to the wall by his throat.  I knew he couldn’t breathe, and I didn’t care.  Shifters could go for an awfully long time without oxygen anyway.

“You think I don’t know that?!  Of course she will make it through this!  But how the hell do I know if she will have trouble after this?  She could wake up with memory loss!  Or maybe she will develop a mental disorder!  After losing so much blood, and going through so much hardship—just how much can Amaya really take, Ren!  She might never be able to shift again after this—do you know how much that would hurt her?  Do you have any idea in that head of yours, Ren?”