Chapter 215

Wolfaraine held her sweaty form, and for a moment, he didn't move. She did it. She really did it.

But as his eyes scanned her body, he could not feel any victory. She was covered in bruises—he counted five bleeding scratches and lots of grab-marks that already turned deep shades of red. Her lips were bleeding too from where she'd bit down on them several times.

He let out several cusses in the ancient tongue as the guilt consumed him. Yes, his very courageous mate had somehow managed to do the unimaginable by taming his wildest side, but to what end?

She looks like she fought with a very angry lion and it hurt to see.

They were still locked together in a knot and would probably be for at least the next forty-five minutes. He could try to separate them, but he has no intention to do that because even though she is unconscious, he would rather cut off his own arm, shift to the mountain lion and feed it to the mountain lion than cause her more pain.

Also, he wanted to hold her in