Chapter 4 : Bloodline Betrayal
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==Elara Voss==
The howls grew louder. Closer. Kai pulled me tighter against the tree, his body a solid wall between me and the danger rushing through the woods. His golden eyes scanned the trees, every muscle coiled tight.
“Stay behind me,” he ordered, voice low and sharp.
I wanted to argue, but another wet cough shook me. Blood still tasted metallic on my tongue. My legs felt like lead. Before I could protest, three wolves burst from the underbrush. Not Kai’s pack.
These were leaner, meaner, with silver-streaked fur and eyes full of hate. Scouts from the rival pack.
Kai shifted in a blur. Bones cracked, fur exploded across his skin, and the massive black wolf I had saved in my shop stood in his place. He launched forward with a roar that shook the leaves.
The fight exploded around me. Snarls and snaps filled the air. Teeth flashed. One rival wolf lunged straight for me.
Kai intercepted, slamming into it with his full weight. They rolled across the forest floor in a tangle of claws and blood. Another scout circled behind, aiming for Kai’s flank.
I could not just stand there.
My hands shook as I reached into the pocket of the oversized shirt. A small bundle of emergency herbs was still there from yesterday.
Moon-touched silverroot and healing moss. Not much, but it would have to do. A third wolf broke past the fight and charged a young warrior from Kai’s pack who had just arrived to help.
The warrior went down hard, silver slashing across his side.
I ran forward, ignoring the fire in my chest. Dropping beside the fallen wolf, I pressed the herbs into the wound. My fingers worked fast, packing the paste deep while the battle raged around us.
“Hold still,” I muttered. “This will burn, but it will stop the bleeding.”
The warrior growled in pain, but he did not snap at me. His eyes met mine for a split second. Something shifted there. Not quite trust, but less hate than before.
Kai tore into the last scout, sending it fleeing with a yelp. The other two followed, tails low, disappearing into the trees. Silence fell, broken only by heavy breathing and the drip of blood on leaves.
Kai shifted back, naked and breathing hard, blood streaking his chest. He stalked over to me, eyes blazing.
The young warrior I had helped pushed himself up, clutching his side. He gave me one short nod. Grudging. The first real acknowledgment I had gotten from any of them.
“Her herbs stopped the worst of it,” the warrior said quietly to Kai. “She knows what she is doing.”
Kai did not answer. He scooped me up again, ignoring my weak protest, and carried me back toward the pack house. His grip felt different now. Tighter. More possessive.
Inside, he took me straight to his room and set me on the bed. The door clicked shut behind him. We were alone. The air felt thick, charged.
“Talk,” he said. He paced once, then stopped in front of me. “Tell me about the curse. All of it.”
I swallowed hard. My throat still burned from coughing blood. “It keeps me alive through anything. Wounds, sickness, falls that should kill a normal person.
I have broken bones that healed in hours when they should have taken months. But it drains me. Every day it pulls a little more life force out.
The pain never stops. Some days I can barely stand. It is like the Moon Goddess wanted me to survive as a warning to everyone else.”
Kai listened without interrupting. His hands clenched at his sides. When I finished, he stepped closer. The heat from his body washed over me. His scent wrapped around us both.
“You should not have to carry this alone,” he said quietly. His voice had gone rough again. “You are my mate. Let me help carry it.”
He leaned in. His forehead rested against mine. Our breaths mixed. His lips hovered so close I could almost taste them. The pull between us grew stronger, magnetic.
My eyes drifted shut. For one heartbeat, I wanted to let him in. Wanted to feel his mouth on mine, his teeth at my neck in the marking bite.
His hand cupped my cheek. His thumb brushed my lower lip.
Then the curse flared.
Silver light exploded from my chest like a star bursting open. Pain ripped through me, white-hot and vicious. I screamed, back arching off the bed.
The glowing veins under my skin burned brighter than ever, spreading like cracks in ice.
Kai staggered back. A raw, agonized howl tore from his throat. His wolf answered even though he stayed in human form.
He clutched his own chest, face twisting in sudden shared torment. He was feeling it. Every ounce of my endless pain slammed into him through the budding mate bond.
His golden eyes widened in shock and fury as the silver light continued to pulse
between us, linking our suffering in a way neither of us had expected.
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