Wolf #2: The Beast Within [COMPLETED]

Chapter 46

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Chapter 46

"I can do it," I say as Jace tries pick me up from the car. Despite the mending ribs, I'm not tired. I feel strong and have to keep reminding myself to take it slowly.

"Just be careful," He steps back to give me some room, but not much. His eyes keep darting around at the Diurnal Wolves that have come over to see how I'm doing.

He doesn't expect me to put my hand on his arm, "Jace, it's alright..."

Just as I took him by surprise, he returns the favor by pushing me up against the car. I'm wide-eyed and stiff as a board when he cups my face. He searches my face but I'm not sure for what. Maybe he's still paranoid about any injuries I have, or maybe it's the fact I'm alive and breathing. Whatever his reasons, I can't fill my lungs up with a sufficient amount of air to keep from becoming lightheaded.

His face is so close to my own. His lips brush against the corner of my mouth...and just when I think he's going to kiss me, he pulls away. My mind is buzzing while he pushes my hair from my face.

"I know but be careful anyway."

My cheeks are blazing. We continue up to the apartment while I feel so many eyes on me, including Jace's.

I don't mind his hovering. I would be doing the same. His hand stays on the small of my back—which I don't move. He hasn't stopped touching me in one way or another since the hospital. I'm sure it has less to do with comforting me and more to do with assuring himself that I'm alive.

Part of me is doing the same. Jace and I soothe each other's nerves just as much as we grate them. But today, we're good. Today, it's just been the two of us relishing in the relief of a settled Bond.

Rachel opens the apartment door as I reach the top of the stairs. She and I haven't spoken much since she saw my conversation with Adrian. Her cold shoulder stings a little, but I can understand it. Jace is her cousin. No matter how close we are, he will always have her loyalty over me.

I head straight to the kettle, but Kiana redirects me, "I'll make you a cup, lass. You go to bed and get some rest."

I sigh and shuffle over to my bedroom. It still smells like ash and fire, which earns me an odd look from Jace. I ignore him and collapse onto the bed.

"Careful," He murmurs and helps me pull myself into the covers. His fingers brush against my hip as he pulls me into the center of the mattress. My shirt rides up and we both freeze as our skin touches. "Sorry."

"It's..." My voice is throaty and raspy, which only makes him tense more. I swallow and try again, "It's fine. Can you get me some water?"

He's about to but pauses at the door. I already know the question he's about to ask.

"Amelia, you died. You weren't breathing in the hospital...just like you weren't that time I found you in the woods outside your house—"

"You already know why, Jace," This bed is so comfortable. I can already feel myself drifting off again... "I'm a Lycan—"

"I know, but that's not normal, is it? You—you stopped breathing, Amelia. For those moments that you weren't here, I felt this emptiness. The Bond...it mourned you like you actually died."

"I'm sorry...but I don't know what I can do about that," There are no words from him, which speaks so much in itself. I sit up and fix him a stern look, "Jace, I can't stop this—I have to let my visions take me where they want me to go. I need to let The Moon gui—"