Page 43 of Cowboy Wolf's Kiss

“What happened?”a man, Max I think, said.

“She was in the yard.Shades surrounding her,” Emmet growled, Demon was present in his voice.

“Shades?Ghosts, you mean,” the other woman, who I deduced must be Mrs.O’Hare replied.“She’s special then, your mate.”

“She’s special to me regardless,” Emmet said.

“I see.She appears to be drained, but I believe she will live.I’m going to prepare a tonic and you will help her drink it, understand?”

“Anything.I will do anything for her.”

“Good.Even White magic requires sacrifice to work.Give me something of yours for the tonic,” the woman said.

I wanted to argue to tell Emmet he already gave me too much, but of course, it was impossible for me to argue.

“Give me that bowl,” Emmet growled, and that’s when I lost the fight to stay awake.

Chapter Fourteen-Emmet

After giving Mrs.O’Hare about a pint of my blood, of which she only required a few drops for the potion and the rest was burned to appease whatever forces of magic the White Witch utilized in her practices.

I did not much care for Witches, but since Jezebel’s ability seemed rooted in some kind of psychic magic, it made sense to listen to the woman.

“Here, Angel.Come on.Drink this down,” I whispered fervently, pressing a dropper into Jezebel’s mouth and rubbing her throat gently, helping her swallow the potion.

It was long and tedious work, but I would have done it for however long it took to bring my mate back to me.

“How is she?”a teary-eyed Penny asked from the doorway.

“Just finishing the last drop.Now we wait.”

“Here.Brought you some water and food,” Max said, appearing at Penny’s side.

Both had been gracious enough to loan us one of their spare bedrooms so Mrs.O’Hare could check Jezebel’s progress.

“Thank you,” I said, and took the tray, placing it on the nightstand.

I had no appetite.But my Wolf required sustenance, and worried or not, I would be useless to Jezebel if I allowed myself to weaken while she fought whatever this was the shades had done to her.

Mrs.O’Hare was on a call with the Morrigan herself, trying to find answers.Sherry Morgan McAllister was mated to the Beta of the Macconwood Pack.She was the most powerful White Witch of this age, and I’d already had a call in to her, so this seemed like a good time to check up on that.

Shifters were supernatural creatures, but we did not practice magic in the sense that Witches, and apparently, Psychic Mediums, did.

And here I’d thought my pretty little mate was merely human.I should have known she was something else.Somethingmore.

Extraordinary.

Powerful.

Perfect.

“Anything else you need?”Max asked with concern shining in the Alpha’s red-tinted gaze.

“Just need her to wake up,” I murmured, my throat sore from all the growling.

Anguish rose in me like the tide as I held her soft, pale hand.She looked so small in that bed.So fragile.

Fuck.

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