Chapter One- Savior

Nathan

“Over here.” I heard my beta yell as I look around at the carnage of what used to be the Running River pact. We received a distress call from them and came as quick as we could only to be too late. I step over bodies and walk towards the room my beta Jonathan called me from and saw him kneeling next to a woman. “Nate, she is still breathing but barely.”

I walk over and the scene before me is heartbreaking. The woman is holding the hand of a small pup. Looking at the woman she is pale and has lost a lot of blood. I rip my shirt and wrap it around her wounded neck to slow the bleeding. “We need to get her to the packhouse quickly.”

I carefully lift her in my arms not caring that blood was getting all over me. My main concern was to keep her alive. It is the least I can do for not arriving on time. I hold the woman on my lap in the back seat of my car while my beta drove. I look down at the woman. She has dark hair that fell to her waist and is small in stature, especially in my arms. I sniff and her fragrance hits me through the smell of the blood.

‘Mate,’ My wolf cries in my head.

I nod in agreement, ‘I know,’ I tell my wolf, Avery. ‘I smell it,’

‘Save her,’ he demands.

‘I don’t intend to let her die.’ I answer him.

We have waited forever to find our mate and when we do, she is close to death. She is losing so much blood. ‘Hurry.’ I mind linking to my beta. ‘She is my mate,’ I tell him.

He glances at me from the rearview mirror and nods. He knows the urgency of saving his Luna. He steps on the gas and the car speeds faster to our territory.

Once Jonathan stops the car in front of the packhouse and opens the back door I carry my mate to the medical wing and ordered the doctor to save her. “She is my mate,” I inform him.

He looks at me with wide eyes and nods. “This way, my Alpha,” He shows me to an exam room, and I gently lay my mate down on the exam bed and take her hand in mine.

I requested Doctor Gale Lewis to be assigned to my mate as I do not want Charles Newbrook near her to tend to her. It is a mate bond thing. The thought of another male near her angers me. I watch as Gale checks my mate’s vitals and the wound on her neck. I can tell it was a bite of a wolf and it was meant to kill her.

“She needs blood. She has lost a lot already. And only her mate can give her blood.” Gale looks up at me.

I nod, “Do it.”

Gale calls for orders to bring in a cot so I could lay down next to my mate and ordered needles and tubing to be brought in to hook my veins up to my mate’s

Once hooked up I watched as my blood began to flow into my mate. As that was happening Gale cleaned my mate’s wound and covered it with a clean dressing. Gale watched closely to not take too much of my blood and when satisfied she unhooked both my mate and me.

“You need to stay still and let your blood replenish.” She says and I nod reaching over and taking the hand of my mate and holding it, feeling the sparks and tingles reassuring me that she is mine and will be ok.

Gale left us alone for now and I just stare at my beautiful mate. Her brown hair long past her waist, her long thick eyelashes fanned across her soft-looking cheeks, her full lips that I want to kiss. Her color seems to be improving with my blood flowing through her veins.

She is already everything to me. I remember the baby’s body she was holding the hand of; I can’t help but feel he was her son. She will be in pain and grieving for the loss and I will need to be there and comfort her. I have no idea of the fate of her mate, yet I am sure he no longer lives as the Goddess blessed me as her second chance mate. I will need to give her time and comfort while she is grieving her loss. I have no idea how long that will be, but I am sure the mate bond will only grow between us and that too will help her through this. At least I hope it does.

For now, she looks peaceful as Gale had given her a sedative to rest. I turn onto my side to get a better look at my mate. She looks young. She couldn’t be more than nineteen years of age. The boy was at least about a year old. The loss will take its toll on her. I am ready for this. I am ready to help my mate through the pain she will suffer. I reach over and softly caress her cheek.

“I promise you. I will be here always for you. I promise to always protect you. I vow this with my life.”

I lay back as dizziness hits me and close my eyes. I have not let her hand go. I need to hold on to her not only for me but to give her some sort of comfort. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I hear is a scream of agony.