REID POV
We sit around Dominic’s bed, Taryn in my lap on one side and Maya and her mother on the opposite. King Malachi, Dr. Russo, and Wes stand near the foot of the bed, on standby, should things get hairy. Tensions are high and heart rates quickened, but none are faster than mine.
The only thing keeping my heart from racing out of my chest is my mate in my lap and in my arms. Her calm demeanor in turn calms me, grounds me.
For the most part.
Neither my wolf nor I are comfortable entering this… astral plane, or whatever Renée called it. But I’m more uncomfortable with my mate going in there without me, so I’ll do what I have to if it means I know she’s safe.
I squeeze her and she rubs my forearms, her hands warm and soft against my skin. The protective bracelet on her wrist jingles
