Chapter 99
Chapter 100
“ Thanel Thanel: I heard desperate shouting before realizing it was coming from me. Thane swayed and hit the flour hard, Sweat drips down his temples and his once sun kissed skin was sickly pale No, no this isn’t right. Shifters don’t get sick, I am bent over him, shaking and calling out his name, but he is unresponsive, I reach into my back pocket, trying to function through the panic gripping me, and pull out my phone to place a call to the one shifter trust besides my mate. “You know, two people have to be shie to talk for a phone conversation to work Ayla.” “I need your help, Cyrus. He must have heard the desperation in my voice, felt the fear because, all he said was “Where p>
A few minutes later, which felt like an eternity, Cyrus found us in the elevator. “What the hell happened?” He yelled out, checking Thane for a pulse. No…no..he has to be okay…he has to. Get it together Ayla, you can’t help him like this. I hadn’t realized I said all of that out loud. “He, He kissed me, then he went down. He just went down.” I try to harden my voice against it’s attempts at cracking. Quickly, help me haul him over my shoulder. We will go to his rooms, it is closer. He needs a healer, Cyrus.” “I know he does Ayla. Eric is out of the pack. He put in a visitation request to another pack this week. We have a few older healers in town, but they aren’t as strong. will call them, but we need to keep this quiet and get him some place safe now. We need to contain this until we at least know what we are dealing with.” I nod in agreement and help Cyrus fling limbs out of the way and lift Thane in the air. It is a good Thane Cyrus is huge himself; another shifter would have more difficulty moving Thane due to his size.
Cyrus carries him down the hall and into Thane’s rooms. The decor is minimalist, organic. Not what I expected for an alpha warrior or Thane. This feels colder than the Thane I know. “Wait! His bed is broke. I …my wolf tore it up. “Ayla, you minx. Cyrus grins and winks at me while dragging Thane through the adjoining door to my room. “It wasn’t like that. My wolf smelled Della, and she wasn’t very happy.” “Oh, I like your wolf more already. Next time do us all a favor and let your wolf tear her apart. Cyrus says with a grant before heaving an unconscious Thane into my bed. “What happened before he lost consciousness? Walk me through your morning.” “Well, we ate breakfast in the mess hall. Della tried sitting with us and after a few moments, Thane sent her way. We were about to get off of the elevator when he started swaying and fell over. I am holding Thane’s hand, squeezing and pleading with him from within to wake up. To come back.
“You don’t have some sort of magical death pussy, do you?” My mouth dropped open, and my eyes go wide as I realize that Cyrus just asked that and that he is completely serious. “What? What?” I stammer out. “Oh please, he reeks of your delectable areas. By the strength I would say he feasted thoroughly.” My face heats to what I am sure is a burning red, before Cyrus raises an eyebrow waiting for an answer. “No, I don’t have some weird…down there powers you idiot. Yes, we just…well yes, you know. But we did that before breakfast too and he was fine. He has done…you know, that before.” “Relax snow white, I believe you. I am also proud of my friend here, apologizing for being an ass so thoroughly. Who do you think taught him that?” I start to choke on my spit before Cyrus cuts in with a “Kidding, kidding. Fine, no pussy powers. Ask your wolf if she had anything to do with this situation. Reactionary on accident maybe. We don’t know exactly what we are dealing with, with you.” statement made. No accusations in his tone.
Aramana, do you know what happened? Did we do this? “No. We would never harm our mate.” “*She said we didn’t do this.” “Okay. I mind–linked a healer in town, they will make the drive. He feels like he is burning up. Maybe his healing is trying to start. Maybe it is trying to fight something off.” “He can’t get sick Cyrus.” “No, he can’t, but he can get poisoned.” The word poison, echoes throughout my mind. Repeating. Could someone here do this? “Would someone here do that?” “I don’t know Ayla. He has enemies. I will have the forces go out, check out borders for any clues, discretely.” “What if he wasn’t the target? What if it was me?” I asked more to myself than to him, but he quietly replied “If that is the case, then Thane would be happy it is him and not you. You are his fated mate; he couldn’t bare losing you. He has lost too much.” “So have I Cyrus! So have I.” the tears start, and I don’t bother to stop them.
Thane remains still, sweating and breathing raspy. He is deathly still and changing quickly. Seven minutes later and Cyrus returns with a elder I can only assume is a healer. “I am Gregory, I have come to see alpha.” I nod my head and back away on the bed to give him space. Gregory runs his hands over Thane from the top of his head to his soles more than once. Light emanating from his palms. I leave and obtain wet rags from the bathroom and hurry back to rub across Thane’s forehead and down his neck. He is so hot.
“Well, from what I can tell, it is poison. I slowed down its progression, but we need to know what type to reverse this, I am not strong enough. I am sorry.” Poison. The word slaps me across the face and the room seems to darken around me. My vision tunneling and voices muffling. Someone has poisoned Thane. My fated mate. Someone is trying to take him from me and I only just got him. I pay not mind to my name being called repeatedly. I trust no others in this pack. Only these two. Not even this healer. I can feel Aramana pulsing within me. My eyes glowing with power. I listen as she instructs me. My wolf whispering what I need to hear to act. And act I do. Taking a deep breath, I look at Thane and to Cyrus. “Find a list of odorless poisons and work from there
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