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Even from the three-hundred feet's distance between them, she still felt the effects of his eyes running through her body. Her belly fluttered, her heartbeat quickened, and her nipples hardened, which told her more than anything that he is real. He is back.

A small smile played around his lips, "I never thought it was ever possible to see you tongue-tied. You missed me that much?" Satisfaction coursed through him.

Then, he began covering the distance between them. That was when Ismena noticed the slight change in his regal stride.

"Oh my God, you're hurt..!" She gasped.

Before he could respond, she took off in a run towards him. Wolfaraine gave up replying, instead he kept walking toward her until they met in the middle.

Ismena had the most overwhelming urge to throw herself into his arms; her heart expanded and filled with so much happiness over his return, but at the same time, her mind registered the unseen injury he must have sustained and the obvious exhaustion written all over his face.

So, she settled for wrapping her arms around him so tightly.

"You're here, you're here..." She whispered repeatedly, every feeling she'd tried to bury so deeply in the last few weeks came roaring to the surface. She breathed deeply, dragging the very scent of him inside her lungs.

At that moment, Wolfaraine let all his guards down. Wrapping his arms around her back, he hugged her tightly, lifting her off her feet.

"I have missed you so much, Ismena." He confessed, softly.

"I missed you badly! So, so much...!" Tears filled Ismena's eyes, but she blinked them back so that they would not make it out. God, she has missed this man so much.

Here, in his arms, she felt the safest. The most protected. Here, in his arms, she felt him in the most possessive way a woman can ever feel a man.

The wolf was roaring inside him, in excitement and raw lust. Holding their mate after such a long time was driving his other half into a frenzy which Wolfaraine himself, understands. As usual, the mountain lion was silent.

Finally, he set her down to her feet. With the effort to pull away and get a very closer look at her again, he began stepping back but his left leg protested badly.

He lost his footing then, and fell, with her still in his arms. With reflexes sharper than claws, he stretched out his hand to break in their fall, preventing Ismena from crashing to the ground and hurting herself.

So, with one arm holding her secured to him and another jamming into the fallen leaves of the forest, Ismena fell on her back and he came down on top of her.

That took the rest of his strength, he groaned and allowed some of his weight to settle on her.

He was heavy she could barely breathe, but those weren't Ismena's problem because she was noticing other things about him that caused fear to log in her throat. Something was definitely wrong with him.

"Wolfaraine? You don't s-seem alright..." She whispered, her arms tightening around him.

Silence. Then, "I was poisoned, Ismena. And it has been infected."

Those words, as huskily as they've come out, made her still. "P-Poisoned!?" Untangling her arms from around him, she held his shoulder and pushed slightly, "Poisoned!? Infected!? Oh, God, that's v-very bad! How did it happen...!?"

At the slight push of her hands, he gathered his strength and pulled himself up so that his upper body was no longer resting on her. He looked down at her, through eyes that were beginning to go blurry.

"A week ago. I was attacked in the human world. The bullets were coated in poison. I took two." He admitted.

Ismena's eyes widened like saucers on her head, panic and worry filled her system, especially seeing how he looked utterly exhausted and in pain.

The smell of her fear for his life was so thick, that it was almost choking. One arm supporting his weight on the ground, he raised the other one and palmed her cheek caressingly.

He shook his head, "I am not dying, Ismena." Well, that part might be a lie, "I will be fine..." He assured her anyway.

She began wiggling squirming under him. "What are you doing?" He added, softly. Damn, his eyes are blurring up the more. He blinked hard.

"My panties. I have to get them out of the way. I know the changelings all too well now. I know what I can do for you." She whispered, hotly. Her cheeks blazed but her eyes met his with purpose, "Take me. Here. Now."

His body's reaction to the spoken whispers was instantaneous. His cock sprang alive in his underwear, seeking to be freed.

Her desperation to save his life caused warmth to spread all over his chest. "Ismena..."