Edric's POV: “King,” Winston says from the doorway of the examination room. “A word?” “Yeah.” Feeling like an old man, I drag myself up and follow him into the room. We brought Maya straight to the clinic. I feel like that first night when I met her – a crazy, irrational, nervous wreck. I stare at her colourless face, her once cherry red lips that are a dull, washed-out pink now. “She was dehydrated,” he says. “Again.” “No,” I shake my head. “No, she couldn’t have been. I made sure she drank enough water.” “How much did she eat?” “Once a day. I know it’s not a lot, but surely it wasn’t so little that it could do this,” I wave my hand in her direction. “No,” he sighs and gives me a look that speaks of regret. “Forgive me, king, but the only other explanation I can think of is….Did you break your bond with her?” “No.” “Please, your majesty, you have to tell me if there’s anything affecting your bond, whatever you tell me will be held in the strictest confidence. The way she’s re
Edric's POV When I get back to Maya’s hospital room, Cedric’s sitting next to her, talking up a storm, telling her everything Deimos got up to while we were gone. Deimos lies cradled in her limp arm, completely still, like he knows she can’t catch him if he falls. “Anything?” I ask when I walk up to them. “Nothing. What happened to her? Winston won’t tell me.” “I don’t know. She was fine this morning. A little weak, but I thought it was because she didn’t eat properly for a few days. I went to the toilet and when I came back, she was like this. I thought she was asleep.” “I’ve never seen anything like it.” “Neither have I. Doc thinks it’s because our bond has been weakened by the whole Abbadon thing.” Cedric stares at me, a small frown between his eyes. “Stephen thinks so too, but I’m not convinced.” “Then what else can it be?” “I don’t know,” Cedric gets up and stretches. “I wish I did. I hate seeing her like this. Let me know when I have to come get him.” “Sure,” I say dist
Edric’s POV: “King,” Winston says. “We have to go back in there. Tell her.” “Yes.” Deimos fusses and screeches. He may not be able to tell me what he wants yet, but he’s definitely making sure everyone understand that he’s very upset. “And you want your mom, I know.” I don’t want to go back in there. I know I’m being a coward, but I don’t know how I’m supposed to tell her that she’s not sixteen, and her parents kicked her out of their home almost six years ago, that she’s a mated werewolf with a baby on the way. Where do I even begin? “Don’t worry,” Winston says. “I’ll tell her.” “No. She’s my mate. It’s my responsibility.” Deimos lets out a loud wail and tries to slither out of my arms. “Okay, big guy, let’s go in there and see if she’ll nurse you. Calm down.” I kick the door open and walk in on a very scared Maya. She’s staring down at her chest. Her breasts are leaking, and the front of her gown is soaked. “Are you a nurse or a doctor? What are you?” she asks. “That is a comp
I should be afraid. Somehow, five, no nearly six, years of my life have been erased from my memory, I woke up in a strange place surrounded by strangers, and I’m not frightened. I’m just amused and curious. At first, I really thought I was hallucinating or something. The doctor did tell me I suffered some kind of head injury, so it made sense, but then the man, Edric, the one that smells so damn good, changed into a werewolf right in front of my eyes, and hallucinations can’t pinch you. Can’t hurt you physically. I keep touching everything, trying to reassure myself that it’s real. I can feel, smell, touch, taste. Those things don’t happen in hallucinations. After a wild fit of hysterical crying, then a spell of maniacal laughter, I quickly accept my reality. There’s no point in dwelling. I’ve always been like this, even when I question everything, I’ve always accepted what I can’t change. ~ Why did you do that? ~ a voice asks in my head. * Do what? * I reply without even thinking
The sound of a ringing phone wakes me. I open my eyes in the dark room, trying to figure out where the sound is coming from, when I hear Edric clear his throat, and answer it in a husky, sleepy voice. “Yeah,” he says gruffly. He’s lying opposite me on a cot someone must have brought in while I was asleep. “Edric?” I hear the voice on the other side as clearly as if the person is standing in the room with us. “Adrian? What’s wrong?” Who’s Adrian? “Sorry, I know it’s late…but dad has lost his damn mind, and I don’t know what to do.” “Lost his mind how?” Edric asks, sounding a little more awake. “He’s been drinking, terrorising the Omegas…he’s not looking after the pack like he should. And tonight…he destroyed his office, then tore through the pack house…he’s passed out in the kitchen. I left him there.” “Oh fuck me. What about Jasper and Luca? Where are they? Can’t they help?” “Jasper transferred to another pack, and Luca…we don’t see him a lot, he’s always off somewhere…no one’s
Edric's POV: Maya spends most of the morning, reacquainting herself with Deimos. It’s comforting to see how easily she falls back into her role as his mother. I have a little hope now that she’s still the same person, that she wasn’t defined just by the sum of her experiences. Maybe this can work. Maybe she did it because she knew it was the only way forward for us. Goddess knows, everything else we’ve tried backfired and all we’ve managed to do these last three months or so was to continually push each other away. “Edric?” Stephen asks from the door. “A word.” I look at Maya sitting on the bed with Deimos lying on her upturned legs. He is gripping her fingers while she plays pattycake with him. It’s altogether adorable, and she’s so engrossed in their little game, that she didn’t even hear Stephen. I nod at my Beta and lean over to kiss the top of her head. “I’ll be right back, okay?” “Yes,” she answers without taking her eyes off Deimos. She drops her head and blows raspberries
Edric’s POV: Halfway back to the clinic, I stop. I’m suddenly wracked with indecision and doubt. The Maya waiting for me isn’t the Maya I marked. She’s someone completely different. She’s happy, positive, and bubbly – my Maya was always a little sad and afraid, but she was also strong and insightful with a twisted sense of humour that made me rethink life. Fuck. I can’t go in there. I don’t know how to talk to her. I lean against the wall, and close my eyes, swallowing hard past the lump that suddenly formed in my throat. “Edric?” Stephen asks. “Give me a minute.” “You have to go in there.” “I said give me a minute, dammit!” “You can’t leave it until--” “Shut up!” I snap. “I need a fucking moment to think.” “Think about what? She’s your mate, just go in there, and talk to her.” Exasperated and angry by his brash insistence, I let out a growl before I can stop myself. “That’s enough. Thank you for your input, I had to hear it, but you really need to be quiet now.” Stephen’s
Edric's POV: Stephen waits outside Maya’s room for me. “All sorted?” he asks. “Sort of. We’ll find our way back to each other, I think.” “Good.” I lean against the wall and sigh. I am not looking forward to going down to the dungeons to interrogate the she-wolf that took Deimos. I just want this day to be over already, but it’s no use standing here wishing. It never gets you anywhere. “Let’s go interrogate that wolf and get it over with.” “I can do it if you’d rather stay with Maya,” Stephen offers. “No. I want to find out everything I can about that little pack.” “Don’t you know their Alpha? Ask him.” I wrinkle my nose at the thought of going back to that weird village. “Maybe one day, but not for a while yet.” We walk in silence down to the dungeons. My insides start aching and my balls contract painfully when I step into the cold, damp, stinking hole. Breathing through the panic, I follow Stephen to the she-wolf’s cell. She is a bedraggled site, sitting on the bed with her