Conner was panting heavily, and his eyes were dilated as an adrenaline rush pulsed violently through his veins.
We stood there in shock for another second, just staring at the passed-out vampire.
How was I going to even begin explaining all this to Conner? He doesn’t even know about werewolves yet, let alone vampires. And to make matters worse, I am fairly sure he saw me breaking the weaker vamp’s neck.
Conner flicked his eyes towards me, and I didn’t know what to say. He had the look of utter horror, mixed with confusion written all over his face and immediately I felt ashamed that he had to witness what I have done.
Would he ever be able to see me the same as before? And would he still want me after this?
His eyes were searching every inch of my face as I stood before him.
My heart was slowly breaking, and he hadn’t even rejected me yet.
I saw something flicker in his eyes and he shook his head slightly. A second later, he rushed to my side and gently tilted my head to inspect the large bruise starting to cover half of my face.
“Are you ok?” he asked with genuine concern.
I wasn’t sure what was going on or whether I should take that as a good sign.
“I’m ok, thank you for saving me,” I replied in a raspy voice.
I tried desperately to keep my emotions at bay, but just the thought that my mate might reject me, was too much and before I knew it, the floodgates opened up.
Tears were streaming down my face and I clamped my hand over my mouth in the horror of acting like such a baby in front of him. I am a badass warrior! I don’t cry!
Instead of judging me, Conner pulled me into his chest and held me so close to him, that I could feel his racing heartbeat against my cheek.
I grabbed onto his shirt like it was the last thing on earth and held on to it for dear life.
Please don’t reject me, please don’t reject me.
“We need to call the police," he finally said while pulling out his phone.
I grabbed the phone from his hands and saw his eyebrows lift in surprise.
“Melena, we,” he started, but I interrupted immediately.
“Conner, listen to me,” I sobbed out, holding his phone in one hand and stretching the other out towards him, “this is very confidential information that cannot fall into the wrong hands.”
“But, how do you know these guys? What did they want from you? And what do you mean confidential information?”
Conner was confused and starting to get upset with me for withholding information.
“Give me my phone back!” He ordered with great authority. His voice was suddenly deeper than usual, and I felt a bit scared in his presence for the first time ever.
“I, I can’t,” I rasped out in my broken voice, “please, just trust me, I’m not the bad guy here.”
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON!?” He demanded again and I felt my wolf shrink away inside me, feeling overwhelmingly sad that our mate was acting so hostile towards us.
Shit. I’m going to have to call in some help.
Even though he was just a human, he had something about him that unnerved me.
“I’m sorry, Conner, I will explain everything to you once we get to the packhouse,” I replied with a sadness in my voice, “please, just don’t make any rash decisions right now.”
“The packhouse!?” He barked out looking very annoyed and confused.
“Yes, we need to get him,” I was gesturing to the passed-out vampire, “to my office as soon as possible, he might die from an overdose of the sedative you gave him.”
Conner looked at the vampire for a second, but he had an unreadable expression on his face.
“And what about this guy?” He asked as he turned to face the other, dead vampire who was already starting to turn into ash.
“WHAT THE HELL?”
Conner bent down and slowly grazed his hand over the dead vampire's nose. The outer layer of the vampire’s entire body has turned into a greyish, white layer of soft ash. The moment Conner’s fingers grazed his nose, it disintegrated right underneath his touch.
“WHAT IS THIS!?” He blurted out as he fell back onto his bum and scrambled away a bit.
I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces, things were really going south FAST!
“What is going on!? What are they!? Who are you!? No, wait, WHAT are you!?” He yelled accusingly as the gears in his head were spinning out of control.
I could clearly see he was starting to panic and with my sensitive hearing, I focused on his heart. It was beating fast and unevenly. Not a good sign at all.
I needed to do something.
Swiftly and without thinking straight, I knelt beside him and forced my fingers into his clenched fist, trying to force it open so that I could hold his hand.
Our closeness seemed to momentarily soothe him and my wolf and for some reason, he didn’t push me away.
“I am so sorry, Conner,” was the last words I managed to rasp out to him through my tears before I expertly stuck a needle into his shoulder and tried to hold him up as he slumped to the ground.
I was shaking uncontrollably and sobbing like a baby.
I had just injected my mate with a mild tranquillizer, just to keep the identity of my race a secret. I did it because I wasn’t sure what he might do or how he might react if I had let it play out on its own.
That was just a risk I wasn’t willing to take. Not out here in the open anyways.
I needed to get him onto pack grounds before I could even begin to think about sorting this mess out.
“Alpha, I need help,” I mind-linked our Alpha desperately while still sitting on the ground, cradling my mate’s head in my lap.