A strange pang struck Dominic chest – unfamiliar and unnerving. "I'm going to take a shower. I'll be back in a few minutes." The pack nodded but they were all still focused on Natalie who had gone out like a light. He and Drak were comforted by the knowledge that they would stay with her while he removed the streaks of blood and the lingering scent of the dead wolf from his body - a dead wolf who was now no longer a threat to his mate or their mating.
It was as Dominic was showering that he thought back to how he had felt when, forced to be nothing but an observer, he saw Natalie tentatively trying to gain his wolf's attention. The anger, the frustration, and the anxiety rushed back. There had been something else in that cocktail of emotions. Fear. Dominic had felt fear.
