The Beast And The Blessed

Chapter 61

The Beast And The Blessed Chapter 61

Sixty-One: Killian

Killian’s P.O.V.

She was mesmerizing. The way her body glowed a bright white, similar to the moon was enchanting. But that was before she started screaming, crying for the pain to stop. Before she started scratching her chest open and coughing up blood.

Was it mine or hers?

The audience had been in awe of her, just as I was. I could feel it through our pack bond how hypnotized they were by her ethereal glow. The feeling was quickly washed over by horror. Was my mate going to die in front of the world? Had it been an attack from our enemies? Was she having a reaction to my blood?

I didn’t have to call for her, Joselin transported next to Natalie, eyeing her with wonder.

“There is so much power.” She mumbled as she tilted her head to the side like a dog who had heard something unusual.

I couldn’t spare her any of my focus. I had just barely caught Natalie as she crumpled to the ground screaming in pain. “Do something!” I growled, my Lycan coming forward. I pushed down my beast, knowing that it was more urgent that I be present in this state for her.

Joselin stepped forward, but then I felt it. It was barely there, but her bones shook as if they were trying to move…to break. Her scent grew thicker, and my eyes widened as I grabbed Joselin’s wrist before she could take Natalie and me away from here.

“No.”

to do something. I need to get

the bloodshot ones of my mate as she gasped, trying to take in air but unable to. “She is trying to

was in agony that she was

Find her. Let her in.” I knew she wanted to listen. She wanted to shift. But her body was working against her mind, and she

area, surrounding us in a whirlpool that threatened to take the air

and I glanced up at her to see she was staring down at Natalie still. “She

smell it. Had

feel it.” I whispered as I gathered her tighter in my arms, her cries growing quieter with

choice,” Joselin muttered, and I growled as she launched on top of us,

groaned in pain, her eyes lowering as the cyclone surrounding us dropped, and

to approach us, and I forced my arms open and let her see my mate. The golden crown clattered loudly to the ground from her head as

and take my mate to a bed. I did as they asked, my eyes never

would have healed her. Her wolf would have

lay in a hospital bed. I gripped her hand and refused to let go as they worked, feeling the energy flowing through the limb from their magic and efforts. Joselin stayed back by the door, for which I was grateful. While she

dagger in one hand, gripping it tightly, and the chalice in the other. I wasn’t sure when she had gone back for them, but I was

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