“You’re going to be okay,” Donovan said, but from his nuclear level of panic, I wasn’t so sure he was telling the truth. “Just rest. I’m going to take care of you.”

“What the feck was that?” I heard someone say before I passed out.

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

I woke up hungry. Starving. Still terrified. I sat up quickly, head spinning.

“Shhh,” Donovan said. “You’re fine. You’re safe.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead, and my heart slowed to a more reasonable pace.

My stomach growled. “But I’m seriously hungry.”

He handed me a plate of sandwiches loaded with way too much meat. I scarfed down one in record time and reached for another.

“You scared me,” he said as I grabbed my third.

Now that the edge was off the hunger, I could breathe a little easier. I looked around the room to find us alone and in his bed. “How long was I out?”

“A full day. I used a compulsion to keep you asleep. Your sides are healing slowly. The medic used a fey balm on them, so it’s not as bad as human slow, but you’ll need to be cautious another day or two.”

I stretched and my sides screamed, but at least I didn’t feel like I was on fire anymore. It wasn’t so bad.

Donovan handed me a glass of water, and I downed it. Finally feeling a bit more normal, I relaxed back into the bed. I sighed. “What happened?”

“McTavish, the garda from the other night, rammed the fecking beastie with his bloody car. I think you’d hurt him pretty badly, too. His black blood scorched the ground.”

“So he’s gone.”

“For now. But he’s got your scent and he’ll be back. Soon. I’ve been too afraid to leave your side. I didn’t even want to sleep. If he came while you were under my protection… I couldn’t leave you alone, and I don’t trust anyone anymore.” Rage boiled over, flowing through our bond. He took a breath, trying to hide it from me, but it was too late. My mate was way past angry. “But I woke you up because we can’t wait any longer. I’ve called a mandatory pack meeting in a few hours.”

“You did?” Usually pack meetings were only held at the full moon, but sometimes exceptions were made. I’d call a fey beast attacking the pack a big enough problem for an exception. But with Donovan so mad, it wasn’t going to go well.