Connor was awakened from his sleep by a blood curdling scream. Beside him, Jensen was writhing, crying out in pain.
“Jensen,” he reached out for her, ”What’s wrong?” He briefly glanced at the clock on his nightstand. It was three o’clock in the morning. Since she had fallen asleep in his arms earlier in the night, Connor had hoped nothing dramatic would happen after he bit her, but Connor was wrong.
He flipped on the lights as she rolled around on the bed gripping her broken arm.
“It hurts!” she screamed, with big tears streaming down her cheeks. Her skin was as pale as the moonlight, her cheeks flushed from the pain, and Connor could barely take it. His mate was in agony.
“Make it stop,” she whimpered as she focused on Connor, who head her in his arms, cradling her to his side.
Scoot
