All Chapters of He Hurt Me, But He Needs Me: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Violetta"Help him."With every breath, Ferrara seemed to grow weaker under my touch. The bullet was lodged in his chest. If he remained human for much longer, it would be fatal.There was only reason I could think of that the maiden would be here was if she was here to betray us all. Everyone else around us had.But she was my friend, and if there was even the slightest chance that I was wrong, I had to cling to it. "Please help him. The spell is already latched on to him. I can't absorb it.""You can," she said as she crouched down and examined him. "You are bonded with him.You can absorb the spell and turn it to dust.""I don't know how to do that. He's going to die!""Violetta, the power you have is not something that you do. It's simply who you are. Release the panic, focus on the bond, and let your instincts take over. You can do this."She moved away from us, perched on a boulder, and stared down at me like I had all the time in the world.I was seriously considering scratchin

ViolettaAfter dinner, Ferrara excused us, citing pack business that needed seeing to. I had no idea where we were going, and he didn't say a word until we reached The Confections bar. With a few quiet words, he dismissed the guards, and we headed straight up to the small apartment I used to call home. When he closed the door behind us, he leaned heavily against it and closed his eyes."How are you feeling?" Agitated, I started to pace the small area."Drained. The spell saps you of the change, but it's takes everything we have in us. That ability is written in every cell of our body. It'll take time to recharge. Why are you running from me?"Running? It took me a moment to realize that he meant my pacing. It had taken me all the way across the apartment."Habit," I said restlessly. "In this space, I'm not really used to welcoming others.""You're angry with me." Locking the door, he moved to the armchair and sat heavily in it.Ignoring his statement, I walked to the opposite window a

FerraraNeither Jenson nor Amelia said a word after I told them about Bridget. We were on the edge of the woods, no one around for miles, with no one to overhear."You killed her?" Jenson asked Violetta, who stood just slightly behind me. She hadn't wanted to be here for this, but I wasn't about to leave her alone in the house with Emerson and the other alphas."I didn't have a choice."Balling up his fists, Jenson turned and stalked away. He didn't go far, and I let him have his space. Amelia inhaled sharply. "I knew something was wrong with her. I should have pushed," she whispered. "These past few days, she'd been acting strangely. Did she kill Finn?""Finn is in the infirmary. He's healing, but slowly. You'll take over for guard duty with Violetta, and I want the two of you to visit him tomorrow and see if there anything else he can remember about the attack. His injuries are being kept under lock and key." I didn't tell her about Lunessa, but she'd learn eventually if the witch a

ViolettaAfter only a few hours of sleep, I slipped out of the house right after dawn. Ferrara was meeting with the other wolves for breakfast, but I didn't feel up to looking at Emerson just yet.And that made me ashamed. I was stronger than I used to be, and I'd faced down Marsh.Emerson couldn't touch me here, but just the thought of him conjured memories that made my stomach twist.Ferrara tried to tell me that there was no shame in it, but I still couldn't shake the feeling. If Amelia was annoyed at having to meet at the house at such an early hour, she didn't show it."Finn first. Then the woods, and then Irene," I said as I climbed into the truck. "And if I didn't say so last night, I'm sorry, Amelia.""You didn't have a choice, did you?" Without looking at me, she started the vehicle and pulled out. "And she tried to kill Finn.""You care for him.""She liked him. She thought he'd make a good wolf. How did you get the jump on the two of them anyway? They were both stronger tha

FerraraWhen Violetta pulled on my power, I didn’t even blink, but pride swelled up inside of me. She was getting more comfortable relying on the bond.Whatever she needed from me, I was happy to give, and it was a source of comfort to feel her inside me. Sitting across the table, Emerson had donned his innocent and humbling persona. All I wanted to do was plow my fist into his face.Maeve was sitting as still as a statue, her power wrapped around her like an icy mask.London had gotten antsy a few minutes ago and was pacing and staring at the woods. He wanted out of this room.We all did, but we’d gotten nowhere. Not that we expected to. Until the witches had evidence of what we were facing, all we could discuss was strategies, and because our territories were different, our defenses were different.“Have you received any reports back from the guards you sent to investigate the rogues who attacked me?” Emerson asked innocently. “I’m eager to know what you found.”My wolves had return