Chapter Two
Olivia felt like her body was burning from the inside out. Her skin was tight, and her mouth was incredibly dry. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get her eyes to open, and she struggled to force her body to work. She fought, but she couldn’t get so much as a finger to twitch. Panic welled inside of her and she felt her heart start to race. A deep voice murmured to her and someone placed a cool, wet rag on her forehead. It soothed the heat raging inside of her and she settled a little.
“Rest, sweet one,” the voice said. “No one here will hurt you.”
No one here? Where was “here”, and why did he make it sound like she’d be hurt if she were elsewhere? Olivia tried to remember what had happened to her. The last she recalled, she’d been in her apartment, about to make dinner. But something had happened… Pain. There had been intense pain, and she’d been certain she was dying. Her neighbor had broken in and beaten her. He’d hacked at her with a knife and left her for dead. Jaxon! She’d called Jaxon. Did that mean she was with the wolf pack? Had they somehow healed her?
But it wasn’t Jaxon in the room with her. She knew his voice, his scent. The male murmuring to her had a deeper, huskier voice. And his scent was all spice, fall leaves, and crackling fire. Nothing like the young wolf who had befriended her. He’d been incredibly kind to her, and she couldn’t think of anyone else as she’d lain on her apartment floor, knowing the end was near.
Olivia drifted in and out of consciousness for what felt like days before she was finally able to open her eyes. A large man was in a chair nearby, sleeping. A short beard shadowed his jaw, and dark circles were under his eyes, the skin puffy as if he’d been up for days before passing out. He was also the sexiest man she’d ever seen, even if he did look quite a bit older than her. She took her time examining him, taking in his broad shoulders and admiring the way his T-shirt clung to his muscular form. His feet were bare, and for some reason, that amused her. Even rumpled and sleeping, he had an air of authority about him.
His eyes opened and when he focused on her, he smiled slightly.
“Welcome back,” he said, his voice gravely from sleep.
“What happened?” she asked.
“You almost died. Jaxon brought you to our village, but you didn’t have long before you’d have breathed your last. Your ribs were broken, you had a punctured lung, various broken bones in your face, cuts and bruises everywhere. How do you feel?”
“Surprisingly good,” she said pushing herself upright. Then she frowned as she studied her body. Her clothes had been replaced with a men’s T-shirt, his she presumed, but there wasn’t a mark anywhere on her. Her heart started hammering again as panic started to surface once more. “How long have I been out?” she asked, trying to keep her voice calm.
“Few days. The slight changes in your system helped your body to heal.”
“Changes?” Her gaze met his, and she saw a hint of guilt there. “What changes?”
“The only way to save you was to bite you.”
She took a shuddering breath. “Does that mean I’ll turn into a wolf now?”
His lips tipped up on one corner. “No. But your eyesight will be a little better, you won’t get sick as easily, and you’ll live a bit longer. Possibly a lot longer.”
“That doesn’t sound so bad.” She narrowed her eyes at him as he looked away. “What’s the catch?”
He cleared his throat and looked a little uncomfortable as he shifted in the chair.
“The only way to save you was for a wolf to claim you.”
Olivia blinked. Then blinked again. “Claim me? You mean like…”
He stared at her and her cheeks flushed.
“I’m someone’s mate?” she asked softly. “Really?”
He gave a curt nod.
Olivia looked around the room, clenching and unclenching her hands on the bedding. Ever since she’d found out what Jaxon was, she’d wondered what it would be like to live in the village he called home. Had wondered what it would be like for a wolf to claim her, to make her his… to love her. Olivia had lived for nineteen years without love, and she’d thought she would be doomed to never be loved.
“Where’s my mate?” she asked, turning to look at the man again.
He was silent for so long she didn’t think he would answer.
“I am,” he said. “I’m your mate.”
She blinked, thinking she must have hallucinated for a moment. Surely he hadn’t said thathewas her mate. Someone like him could have anyone. Why would he choose her? Power radiated off him in waves, even though he seemed perfectly relaxed and calm. She could almost sense his beast lurking just under the surface.
“My name’s Torren,” he said. “I know all of this is new to you, and I’m not going to rush you. It will probably take another few days for your body to adjust and the change to be complete. It’s been so long since one of my kind mated a human, I’m honestly not certain what to do with you. By all rights, you shouldn’t know anything about shifters, but Jaxon said you knew about the pack.”
“Is that a bad thing?” she asked. Was she in trouble for knowing about the wolves?
