The Mates.

As Tarik rushed toward Clea, he had absolutely no idea what to do. After calling out to her several times, he did the only other thing he could think of doing. He shook her.

He took her head in his hand and tried to shake her back to her senses. "Clea! Clea! You have to wake up. Wake up."

Wolf ran around and growled in worry at the scene. When Tyler's shaking didn't work. She ran forward and pushed him aside. Then she stood in Clea's face and growled with all her might.

Clea's eyes snapped open. She saw the wolf's face in front of her and her mind put two and two together. She screamed and searched her pockets, looking for an unavailable gun.

"It's okay! It's okay!" Tarik pulled her shoulders. "Look at me! It's just me, it's just us. Clea!"

Clea's breathing slowed down. "Tarik." She raised a hand to touch his cheek.

"Yes, it's me. You're okay."

She burst into tears and wrapped her arms around him, hugging him. He hugged her back and kept whispering 'you're okay.'

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