The car roars down the road as Michael keeps his foot welded to the floor not wanting to stop until he gets Marie to safety. After a short while the southern border of the pack lands is within. Michael races over the imaginary border line and he lets out a breath that he didn't know he was holding.
As he continues to race down the road and he notices headlights in his rearview mirror. his pings with a message from Steve.
"We are on your tail. No sign of anything from Jacob"
Michael glues his eyes on the road. His knuckles white from the intensity he is gripping hold of the steering wheel. As he steals glances back at Marie he has to fight the urge to pull over. He know she is still breathing as he can hear her and the slight moans of pain that emit from her lips when they hit a bump in the road.
Minutes turns into hours and finally Michael is pulling into the driveway of Blakes pack house.
As Michael's car pulled up to Blake's pack house, he wasted no time. With a sense of urgency and concern, he rushed to Marie's side, carefully pulling her out of the car and cradling her in his arms. Her limp and floppy body weighed heavily on his heart, and he knew that her condition was critical.
Blake, waiting on the steps, saw their arrival, and panic coursed through his veins as he observed the state of the woman he loved. His face contorted with worry, and he quickly descended the steps, his eyes filled with concern and fear.
He reached out to touch her and move the hair which was covering her face, but pulled his hand back as quickly as he could not wanting to cause her anymore pain. Without a word, Michael carried Marie into the pack house.
The moment Michael carried Marie past Blake, a wave of mixed scents hit Blake's nostrils, and it triggered a deep, instinctual response within his wolf. His heightened senses perceived the change in her scent, a unique blend of both him and her, and his wolf recognized the undeniable truth.
Blake stopped in his tracks, his eyes widening with realization.
"Michael.....She is....."
"Pregnant, yes i know"
Blake stood frozen to the spot. How could she be pregnant if they were not true mates. Werewolves could only get pregnant from their fated mate. Very fairly did it happen out of this.
Michael did not stop after acknowledging this with Blake he needed to help Marie as his first priority. Michael carefully laid Marie down in a secure and comfortable spot, he quickly assessed the extent of her injuries.
"I need medical supplies Blake. Fluids, bandages"
"Ill get you everything you need" With that Blake opened his mind link to the packs medical team barking orders and what he needed at the pack house.
Michael carefully removed clothing as needed so that he could carefully assess every wound that no now littered Marie's body. he could not help the sharp in draw of breath he took when he he saw her abdomen was black and black and blue and he was sure she had numerous broke ribs.
Blake stood back watching over Marie as Michael assessed her. when he too saw the bruising that covered her body and her abdomen he could not help the guttural growl that escaped from his mouth.. Anger was bubbling up and he was nearly at boiling point. Suddenly 2 of the pack nurses raced into the room with a trolley full of medical supplies and set about helping Michael to clean and dress the wounds they could.
"Blake she needs fluids but i would like her to be in a bed not a sofa, can i..." Before Michael could finish his sentence
"Yes our room, take her now"
Michael once again scooped her up into her arms. A Pang of jealousy hit Michael. how he wished he could touch her and make her feel better.
As hours passed, Marie remained unconscious in the bed, but her breathing was steady and her face was beginning to get some colour back. Michael, lingered in the room, monitoring her condition closely to ensure that her injuries were healing as they should.
Blake, seated by the side of Marie's bed, keeping a watchful eye on her. He wanted desperately to reach out and hold her hand in his but he was scared. The last time he had touched Marie, Her body writhed in pain and she had begged him to remove his hand.
The door to the room opened and Steve strode in carrying a tray of food.
"I have dinner for you both."
"Thank you Steve" Michael answered with gratefulness in his eyes
Blake looked up but did not speak.
"I knew the both of you would not want to leave" Steve continued to talk as he placed the tray down on the table "Blake your mother is worried sick. I have filled her but she will want to come and see her shortly"
Again Blake did not say a word. His gaze never lifting from Marie's face.
"Also i think this may be a good time for Selene to see if she can feel any dark magic. We should be armed with as much as information as possible prior to Marie waking"
Silence from Blake. It was Michael who answered.
"I agree Steve. We need to know what we are dealing with."
"I will go and bring her to the room" With that Steve left the room to find Selene.
"Blake you must eat something" Michael pushed a plate in front of him.
"I..can't" Blake spoke in an almost whisper that Michael had to strain his ears to hear.
"Why cant you?"
"This is my fault. She is like this because of me"
"Oh Blake. This is not your fault"
"If i hadn't of behaved the way i did, that night. Then she would never of left....She would never of been hurt the way she has been. This is all my fault"
Michael placed his hand on Michael's shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze.
"You are not to blame for any of this. If magic is involved i suspect your behaviour that night was not truly your own"
"What do you mean?" Blake lifted his gaze for the first time in hours searching Michaels expression.
Before Michael could answer, there was a knock on the door and Steve one again walked into the room but this time he was followed by Selene.