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Once Torak stops thrashing, his body goes still, but he’s alive.

“He will wake in a few hours,” Michaela says in a soft voice. “He’s going to be starving and horny. Bring him food and keep him away from females for the next 24 hours.”

I watch as Marley helps her sister walk away. I’ve never seen her so weak.

Chayton steps up beside me. “She saved him. Even when she didn’t have to.”

“She’s a royal,” I state the obvious.

He sighs, running his hands through his hair. “I can’t toss her out. Not after what she just did.”

I turn to look at him. “I wasn’t telling you to.”

Walking away, I leave him there with his nephew.

“Where are you going?”

“I’ll be back.” I say without turning around.

My feelings are conflicted. There is a part of me that wanted to kill her for her secret. A royal vampire has snaked their way into our pack. However, her saving Torak has proven that she isn’t completely evil. Maybe it’s part of her plan. All this time, I thought I was drawing her in, but she was luring me. Maybe that’s why I’m heading to find her some blood.

chapter nineteen

Teamwork

Michaela

Iglance in on Marley. She’s fast asleep. Closing her bedroom door, I make my way to the front of the cabin.

My head swims, causing me to stop and lean against the back of the couch. Saving the wolf was not exactly my best idea. Because of my low blood intake lately, my body couldn't handle blood-linking with anyone. However, looking at the devastation on his mother’s face as she cried over his body was all the motivation I needed.

Taking deep breaths, I push away from the couch. I should be resting. With the lack of blood, my body needs sufficient time to recover. But I don’t have that option. Thinking back on the bite mark on my sister’s shoulder has my rage boiling. For the next seventy-two hours, that vampire will be able to find and track Marley. That isn’t acceptable.

I swing the door open and startle.

“You scared the shit out of me,” I say to the burly Beta on my doorstep.

He smiles, showing off his perfectly aligned teeth. “I don’t think I’ve ever got the drop on you before.”

“Yeah,” I say shrugging. “I’m not really on my A game at the moment.”

His brows dip, etching a concerned look over his face. “I uh… got you this.”

He holds out a blood bag in front of me. I swear, of all the things I could have guessed he was bringing me, this would never have crossed my mind.

“The hospital in Jonesville isn’t big, but they have a small supply of blood that isn’t well guarded.”

I smile. “Yeah, they rarely plan on people stealing blood.”

He nods. “I don’t know much about the different types. I hope this one is okay.”

I quickly cover up the smile that’s trying to lift my cheeks. Taking the bag out of his hands, I read the label.

“A positive,” I say. “Not bad. I prefer type O personally.”

His face falls. I chuckle.

“I’m kidding. This is fine.”