Ella

We stayed up all night working and strategizing. A flurry of aids came into the room right away as well as several guards, who worked with Sinclair to brief him and to begin to come up with a plan about how to handle the press.

I trusted my mate to handle that, though, focusing my attention singularly on Sarah when she was wheeled into the room on a hospital gurney. Sarah was conscious, but in a great deal of pain, and Cora and I moved immediately to her side. Cora asked questions of both the attendant doctor and Sarah herself as I handed Rafe to Henry.

When Cora quickly briefed me that the wounds, as far as she could tell, were nothing that I hadn’t handled before, I nodded to her and quickly took Sarah’s hand. “I’d like to heal you, Sarah, if you’ll let me,” I said quietly, looking her in the eye.

She laughed a little, shaking her head at me. “Go ahead,” she said with an attempt at a grin that immediately fell away as she winced, favoring her side where Xander kicked her.

I exhaled sharply, hating that he put her in pain again, and that I was the cause of it. But, eager to be the solution as much as I could, I closed my eyes and concentrated, accessing my gift and healing my friend.

The work was done quickly and barely twenty minutes later I opened my eyes to see Sarah staring at me in awe. ”

That’s…incredible,” she said. “I mean, I watched you work on Jessica, but feeling it?”

“Better?” I asked, and she had just laughed, marveling a little.

Things moved quickly then, with Sinclair glancing over at me meaningfully, indicating that he had things he wanted to run my way. I nodded to him but turned first to Sarah and Jessica to ensure that they got settled. When they hesitated about going back to their rooms tonight Xander had, after all, kidnapped them from that space I insisted they take one of the personal rooms in the back of Sinclair and my personal quarters one of the rooms that we hope to one day fill with our children.

They had smiled at this idea, wanting to be close, and Cora took Jessica by the hand as Sarah lifted herself from the gurney and walked away, completely free of pain.

“Wow,” the attendant doctor had said, his eyes wide. “What did you…”

time,” I had sighed, placing a hand on his

little shocked and awed, but he agreed and quietly left the room. I sighed then, and took the baby back from

crib and fallen into bed exhausted. I had always thought it was an exaggeration when people say they fell asleep before

weren’t exaggerating

bed now and glance at the clock. My groan only deepens when I see that it’s only 7

of sleep – that’s…

hear my mate rumble beside me and I turn towards him with a frown on my face, noting the tablet

murmur, working to sit

he says, reaching out a hand to stroke over my hair.

I say, moving myself closer to him

wild with everything, playing all kinds of footage from the event me racing across the flagstones in my wolf’s body, me negotiating with Xander while he pressed a knife to Jessica’s throat, me leaping through the air again in my wolf’s form with my teeth bared, me looking wide-eyed out into

one really knowing what was going on or how to react. Sinclair had been right – a lot of people, particularly humans, were upset with what they called the “wanton violence” displayed by wolf kind. And

the sight of a newly crowned Queen covered in a man’s blood while his corpse laid at her

lips, “you’re going to be…pleasantly surprised.” He passes the

confused, but he nods to the tablet and I look down at

little, passing a little pulse of need down the bond and I hesitate but Sinclair gets up, heading toward Rafe’s crib and letting me focus. So, I sigh and concentrate, frowning as I read the

Queen for the People, it reads. My

the byline: the article is written by Tempest Bowers, the woman I met last

little as

article, as a whole, is a rather stunning defense of my actions last night.

She’s done her homework.

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