Fennigan was there instantly, scooping her up into his arms before she could hit the porch floor. She was limp against him, her skin cooling rapidly as the fever of the magic broke.
"I've got you," he promised, holding her tight against his chest.
He carried her through the silent, awestruck crowd of wolves. No one spoke.
They simply parted, lowering their heads in a mixture of submission and reverence as their Alpha carried his mate inside.
He brought her up to the her bedroom, laying her gently on sheets. The glowing flowers on the bed dimmed to a soft, pulse, sensing her need for deep, restorative sleep. He pulled the quilt over her, brushing a kiss against her forehead.
"Sleep, Stormy," he whispered. "You're safe."
He left the door cracked just an inch so he could hear her breath
