Chapter 233: Grace
Pain shot through me in a way that I had never felt before and I screamed. I couldn’t form a single coherent thought. We had been so close to the border. I had thought we were home free, but the pain was blinding. I couldn’t breathe.
“Are you okay?” A small voice from under me asked.
Oh goddess. I was on top of someone. Well, this sucked.
I rolled off of the younger girl with a grunt, and forced the nausea that was threatening to overtake me back down. We were so close to the border. So close to safety. And now there were multiple wolves chasing us down.
“You have to go.” I bit out.
“You’re bleeding!” The girl exclaimed in horror.
I ignored her. I didn’t need her to tell me that. I could feel it dripping. I didn’t need to see the arrow to know it was sticking out of me like a sore thumb.
“Stay low.” I hissed at her. “And keep your voice down.”
“Do you want me to take it out?” She asked, still unmoving.
I shook my head as a wave of dizziness hit me. No. It would have to wait. I just had to hope it wasn’t poisoned.
“Move.” I growled.
This time the girl moved. Not fast because she was also hurting too from twisting her ankle and her torture earlier, but we crawled. Inch by inch. Moment by moment.
And when we finally crossed the border, nobody even noticed. I laid at the edge of safety, panting. That had been too much. I hardly had anything left to give.
A wolf came barreling across the line that separated Red Blood from the Golden pack. I froze in fear before realizing it was Leon, and the wolves that had been following him for so long, were honoring the border, just like I had prayed they would.
Their menacing growls didn’t stop though as they paced it frantically, trying to draw us out. I could see other wolves in the distance, searching still for me and the young girl who was with me as we were still low laying on the ground.
“LEON!” Heather screamed, leaving whatever commotion was happening on the other side of him.
Leon had barely shifted back into his human form when Heather threw herself at him in the most dramatic fashion. I was happy for them. If anyone deserved a happy ending in this life, it was them. I wouldn’t have been able to get here without Leon.
I let myself fall back against the ground, happy to have made it out of everything alive, but disappointment flooded my system in a way I never truly expected. I had thought that when I crossed the border, I would have a moment like Leon was. I would jump into Rhys’ arms, and I would kiss that man like my life depended on it. In every scenario, I had ever considered, I crossed the border, and went straight to Rhys, who had seen me in the distance, and just known it was me. But instead, it wasn’t like that at all. I was lying face down in the grass, utterly exhausted, and now disappointed.
I’m not sure anyone would have noticed me if the girl hadn’t prodded at the arrow embedded in my shoulder blade causing me to cry out in pain.
Leon and Heather broke apart and turned in surprise toward me and who I only could assume was Michael’s sister.
“Grace?” Leon gasped.
“Hey,” I answered through gritted teeth. “We made it.”
They were both in front of me before I could even blink, and their gasps at the arrow weren’t as quiet as I knew they had been trying to be.
“How’s your Lycan?” Leon asked.
“I still can’t shift, but I think I can heal myself. Can you get it out of me?”
Leon frowned, and started to say we should wait for Sawyer, but Heather didn’t hesitate. She just placed two of her fingers on either side of it and pulled until it came out. I felt myself sag in relief when it came out, and she grabbed something from her pocket, immediately covering the gaping hole in my back.
“Where’s Rhys?” I asked when I finally felt like I could breathe again.
Heather looked over her shoulder in the direction that the chaos had been when we had crossed the invisible line to safety.
“There was an incident.” She answered nervously.
I sat up straighter, my eyes immediately narrowing in the direction she had just looked. “What happened?”
Heather held her arms up to tell me slow down, but if Rhys was in trouble, I needed to know, and judging by Leon’s tense posture and crossed arms, he was thinking the same thing.
“He saw you coming, and he saw you get hit with the arrow... At least I assume that’s what he saw... I was respectively watching Leon...” A blush covered her cheeks before she coughed slightly and continued, “Anyways, he tried to cross the border to get to you, Sawyer was trying to hold him back, but Sawyer is- well, you know, Sawyer, and didn’t stand a chance at that, and then Maizie used her power on him, and he passed out...”
My eyes widened, and I pushed myself to my feet.
“You really shouldn’t-” Heather protested, reaching out, and pushing me back her eyes falling to my wound. “It’s almost completely healed!”
“I know.” I grumbled, testing out the new mobility of my arm. It still stung, and I would be totally lying if I said that my body wasn’t sore because it was, but it wasn’t the worst it had been. Not by a long shot.
“That’s impossible.” Heather muttered, her fingers grazing my back.
“No,” Leon answered with a sigh. “That’s just Grace.”
I could hear the howls of the wolves on the other side of the border, but I couldn’t see them, at least not from where I was. But it didn’t matter. I was safe here. I was safe.
“Now that that’s taken care of, take me to my mate.” I demanded. “Or I will go find him myself.”
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