Dark Wolf Unbound by Rowe Stephanie

Author:Rowe, Stephanie [Rowe, Stephanie]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2016-02-29T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

J ace snapped awake, bolting upright in bed. The room was pitch black, but his eyes adjusted swiftly as he rapidly assessed the situation. Abby was asleep on a chair next to the cot, and Drake was standing guard in the hallway just outside the door. He could sense the other two shifters in a room down the hall, but he couldn't find Kiernan. He sensed no other shifters at all.

The hold was secure.

Some of his tension eased, and Jace took a moment to look around. He was in a windowless, cramped room, less than six feet wide, housing only the cot, and Abby's chair. The night was silent, and quiet, no tension lurking, giving him the chance to breathe again. He was in Kiernan's lair, and it was secure at the moment.

With no pressing danger looming, Jace took a moment to study Abby, watching the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed. She was curled up in the chair, looking tiny and vulnerable. Her hair was tumbling down around her shoulders, falling across her face. He studied the wayward locks, his hand clenching against the instinct to brush the hair back from her face. He remembered the reassuring touch of her hands when Kiernan had been healing him, the way her voice had taken the edge off his agony.

Gentle.

Soft.

Kind.

Unable to resist, Jace rolled onto his side to face her. He cautiously reached across the space between them and brushed the stray lock back from her face. Her hair was soft, like silk, softer than he could remember feeling.

Her eyes flickered open. For a moment, she stared at him sleepily, as if she were still hovering between dreamland and reality. He smiled at her, and something turned over in his chest when she smiled back at him. "How are you?" she asked.

At her question, he suddenly realized that the pain that had been haunting him for so long was absent. He'd reached out with his injured arm...and it was much improved. The scars were shiny, but on their way to healing, and he could tell that the internal damage had been repaired. "Damn. I'm impressed." Then he focused on his shattered ankle. No pain. Frowning, he flexed it. To his shock, it moved easily, with only a dull ache of pain. He sat up, frowning as he moved it again, testing it in every direction. He had full mobility. "Impossible." He leapt off the cot and landed on his right leg. He braced for debilitating pain and a collapse to the floor, but his ankle held up. It trembled under the impact, but he was able to keep it straight and solid with a little focus. The faint ache was astoundingly minimal, easy to compartmentalize. Son of a bitch. His ankle had been reconstructed. He was back.

He sank back onto the cot and bowed his head, unable to contain his sudden rush of emotion. His ankle was healed. He was strong enough to be the alpha who protected his pack and his mate.

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