Please let her be all right, I thought.
I didn’t sleep, just held her. Night faded to dawn, and dawn gave way to day. Still she slept without stirring. Each hour brought more helpless fear.
By mid-morning, Gabby finally stirred. My throat tightened at the feel of her feet moving under the covers. She groaned slightly and tilted her head back, shifting away from my chest. Her eyes were open but her gaze was bleary.
“I’m thirsty.” The dry rasp of her words supported her claim.
I eased her from my arms and hurried to the kitchen, glad Rachel wasn’t home yet. With a glass of water in hand, I returned to Gabby’s side and helped her drink. She drained the glass in long swallows then curled up once more. She was sleeping before I set the glass aside.
Sitting on the bed, I studied her. Her skin seemed to have more of its normal color back. And the circles under her eyes were less pronounced. I hoped that meant she was better. The worry and fear that I’d held all night eased up, but only a little. Her need for more sleep when she’d already slept more than twelve hours didn’t seem normal.
Taking her glass, I went to the kitchen to refill it just in case she woke again. I set it on her dresser and grabbed one of my books before settling on the bed beside her. She shifted in her sleep, moving close to me. I smoothed back her hair then forced myself to open the book and began to read. Though my eyes touched on the words, I read very little. How long should it take for her to get better? Should I reach out to Sam? I glanced at Gabby, knowing she wouldn’t like that.
I stayed close, trying to read, until she started moving in her sleep.
Hoping she’d wake hungry this time, I went to the kitchen to make a very late breakfast. Rachel still wasn’t home so I could move around freely. If she were home, though, maybe she’d know what was wrong with Gabby.
I’d just turned the bacon in the pan when I heard Gabby get out of bed. She didn’t leave her room, though. She just moved around a bit. Probably grabbing her books.
I hurried to finish cooking then made a plate for her.
Carrying her food and a glass of juice, I nudged the bedroom door open and found her sitting up in bed, studying. When she looked up, I lifted the plate and glass unsure if she wanted it.
“Thank you,” she said with a smile. “I’m starving.”
Starving was good. That meant she was better. Right?
I stepped into the room as she tossed her book aside. She was ready when I handed her the plate with a fork and set the orange juice on the dresser. The enthusiasm with which she dug in surprised me. Eggs, bacon, potatoes, and toast vanished in minutes.
When she looked around for more, I handed her the glass of juice. She sipped it with a contented sigh and patted the bed next to her.
“Want to read by me?”
Yes and always. I grinned at her, collected the dishes, and left the room. As I finished up the breakfast dishes, she used the bathroom. Instead of hovering like I wanted to, I grabbed a book and settled on my side of the bed. I finally had a side, not just the foot of the bed.
She joined me a few minutes later, and we remained like that for the rest of the day.
Near dinner, I heard Rachel’s car and closed my book. With Gabby sticking to the bed, I left the room to shift in the living room.
Rachel would just have to deal with a man’s set of clothes on the couch.
Chapter 15
Clay, time’s up.
Sam’s unexpected words sent a bolt of panic through me as I stared down at Gabby. She slept peacefully beside me, still recovering from whatever affected her last night.
Several males have approached Elder Joshua and requested permission to Introduce themselves to Gabby. Permission’s been granted. Sorry, son.
Had it been that long? I thought back to the Introduction in spring and wanted to growl. It had. I’d been so focused on the progress Gabby and I were making, I hadn’t noticed the passing time.
There wasn’t much I could do about unMated males asking to meet her. I’d been given six months to win her over; and in their eyes, I’d failed. I knew better, though. Gabby was human. She was taking her sweet time to realize that she didn’t just care about me but loved me.
Elder supervised only, I sent back.
I wasn’t giving up, just ensuring her safety.
Though werewolf laws forbade us from Claiming a human—only the human could initiate the Claim—I’d already dealt with one unMated who’d challenged me when Gabby was around. She could have been hurt. If they wanted to start Introductions again, she needed to be in a controlled environment. Plus, the Elders would be there to note her disinterest in others and preference to me.
I reached out and gently touched Gabby’s cheek. She was so fragile.
I’ll see what I can do.
I growled. Not good enough.
Let them all know I’m challenging for the right to keep her.
Gabby shifted in her sleep. I calmed, wrapped my arms around her, and waited for her to wake up. When she did, she seemed better but still not herself. She stayed in her room, studying or napping. As the day wore on, no one bothered us, and I hoped that meant the Elders had agreed to chaperoned Introductions.
While she read, I tried to think of ways to broach the subject of Claiming. Deep down, I knew she wasn’t ready yet. She’d let me sleep next to her only because she was sick. I had no doubt, when she felt better, I’d be back to the end of the bed.
Yet, I also knew I was making progress. She talked to me when she wanted to share news that excited her. She chose to have dinner with me instead of going out with Rachel. Whether she realized it or not, we were slowly working up to making things official. Just not fast enough.
When Gabby woke Monday morning and started to dress for school, I tried to stop her. She was still weak. However, since Rachel had returned home late Sunday, I’d reverted to my fur. So my efforts were limited to what a dog would do and were easy for Gabby to ignore.
On her way out the door, she patted me on my head and softly said, “Don’t worry so much.”
How could I not? The rules had changed, and she still didn’t know. Frustrated, I sat beside the door and listened to her car pull away. She had no idea just how much I did worry. Not only would she need to contend with human men but, possibly, werewolves, too.
Thankfully, Rachel left soon after. I let myself out and ran my route to campus, scenting as I went.
Though there were no signs of werewolves in the area, it didn’t mean it would stay that way. I knew, as wolves, they wouldn’t get too close, thanks to the security guards. But, what about as men?
I watched the students walking around campus for several minutes then turned away. Gabby was right. I was worrying too much. The men who wanted to meet her didn’t want to hurt her. They wanted to talk to her, convince her that they were a better match for her. It was the Mating challenges that were the danger to her. As long as the challengers approached me when she wasn’t near, she would be fine.
Back at the house, I dressed for work as usual and set out on the long walk. I expected someone to approach me then, but I arrived at the shop without incident.
Dale had the orders laid out on his desk so I could choose what to work on. He no longer regulated me to general maintenance orders. Anything he had on his desk was up for grabs. I’d noticed he usually left the heavy jobs on the top. I didn’t mind. He paid me more when I did those.
I took the top order, found the keys for the car on the rack, then went to the lot to pull it into the right bay. Outside, a hint of something in the air made me pause. I inhaled deeply. Werewolf. It was faint which meant the challenger was watching me from a distance, sizing me up.