Dropping her head, she hit it against her knees, feeling so stupid.

Everything with Lucas was so messed up. The man he was now wasn’t the same guy who’d hurt her, even though they were one and the same.

****

“Everything is okay. It will take some time to heal because the glass was so deeply embedded, and it looks like you ran on it for a couple of feet as well,” the pack medic said.

Lucas listened. His father had called last night, and he’d told him about the storm and the accident and how Mabel didn’t appear to be healing.

He didn’t like her foot not healing quick enough.

“It’s been cleaned well and dressed,” the medic said.

“Lucas did it for me,” Mabel said.

The medic turned toward him. “It’s good to know all the scrapes you got into as a boy paid off, huh?”

He smiled. The medic was in his seventies but didn’t look a day over forty. It was a good thing to have a werewolf gene. The aging process slowed down.

With his arms folded, he saw the medic out. There was no sign of how he’d get home, but he had no doubt the man would find his way.

Rather than go and see Mabel, he went to the kitchen to make them some lunch. The fridge had once again been restocked and they had a lot of choices. He settled on a cheese and pickle sandwich.

After laying out the slices of bread, he spread them with butter and sprinkled on some of the cheese he’d grated.

“You didn’t come back up,” Mabel said, entering the kitchen.

“As you can see, I’m making us some lunch.”

“How did the medic know to come?”

He glanced up at her. “I told my dad.”

“You got a call?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sure your parents will call the moment they can.”

“But at least your dad was ready to call you.”

Lucas cut the bread into triangles and moved toward the dining room. He wanted to carry Mabel, but he also wanted to keep his distance after the accusations she’d thrown at him last night. There had been no intention of forcing his mark on her, or initiating the proper mating.

They were destined mates. The pull, the lust, the drive were all there, telling them both they were meant to be together. However, they hadn’t truly mated yet.

“I’m sorry,” Mabel said.

“Apology accepted.”

“Then why won’t you look at me?”

He lifted his gaze up as he sat down. “I’m looking at you now.”

“You’re not the same.”

“So you can throw around your insults, and I take it, but you don’t like being on the receiving end when you were wrong about last night.”

“I know. I shouldn’t have—”