Bitten by a Hellcat by Felicity Heaton

Author:Felicity Heaton [Heaton, Felicity]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: cat shifter, paranormal romance, paranormal romance books, paranormal romance series, shapeshifters, shifters, Witches
Publisher: Dark Rose Publishing
Published: 2015-02-16T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 10

Cait rolled Owen off her, grasped his shoulders and looked down at him. Unconscious. Gods help her. She shook him, silently begging him to wake up and make this nightmare go away. Crimson trailed down from the twin puncture wounds on the left side of his throat, taunting her with reality.

She had bitten him.

“Owen.” She shook him harder, tears burning the backs of her eyes as she willed him to respond.

He didn’t.

She smoothed her hand across his brow, grimacing as she felt how hot he was already, burning up because of her.

Tears lined her lashes and her eyebrows furrowed as she stroked his paling cheek, fear filling her heart and regret tearing her to pieces inside.

“Please, Owen,” she murmured but he still didn’t move.

What had she done?

She should have fought harder for control. She should have remained aware of just how dangerous her bite was.

Hellcats were one of a handful of shifter species who could transmit their abilities to another via blood. Mortals bitten by her kind rarely survived the transition.

A single bite had doomed Owen to death.

She screwed her eyes shut and refused to believe that, unwilling to throw in the towel without a fight. She had done this and she would help him through it somehow, although she wasn’t sure how he would react if she did manage to bring him to a point where he regained consciousness.

There was no way of reversing what she had done.

If he survived the assault on his body, the stress of the monumental changes he was about to go through, he would become a hellcat like her.

He had thought her beautiful in her hellcat form, but that hardly meant he had any desire to be one himself.

She pressed her hand against his brow again. It was damp and hot beneath her palm. She needed to get his temperature down somehow.

She shoved off the bed and rushed to the closed door in the wall to the left of the door that led to the living room. She pushed it open and scanned the small bathroom, spotted a hand towel near the white basin, and hurried to wet it under the cold tap. When it was soaked, she wrung it out and raced back to Owen.

Cait kneeled on the bed beside him, rolled the white towel up and placed it across his brow.

She sat back and stared down at him, unsure what else she could do. She had no experience of looking after others and she wasn’t sure it would even help. If she was going to save Owen’s life, then she needed to find out how other mortals had survived the transition.

She needed help.

Owen suddenly writhed on the bed, kicking at the covers and groaning. She pinned his shoulders to the bed to stop him and silently apologised again when he fought her. Sweat dotted his bare chest and his face. His breathing turned ragged, too fast and shallow for her liking.

She had to do something.

The sound of the front door opening had her rapidly tugging the covers over Owen’s lower half and springing from the bed.

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