We Saved Two Werewolves And Now Our Possessive Mates Won’t Let Us Go Chapter 07
A week later, a massive storm hit Lark Bay. Thunder rolled in with the sea wind, and the window frames rattled in place.
On every stormy night before, Jacob used to make up excuses about checking the doors and windows, only to end up lingering outside my bedroom and refusing to leave.
But this time, Jacob wasn’t here.
I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I heard a faint sound downstairs, a soft scrape, like something brushing against the wooden door.
I threw on a coat, grabbed a wooden bar, and went downstairs.
The living room was pitch-black, lit only by flashes of lightning through the windows.
As I walked to the door, my heart started pounding for no clear reason.
The moment I opened it, cold, wet air rushed in.
And there, crouched under the porch overhang, was a huge dark gray wolf.
Jacob.
He was drenched, his fur soaked and clumped together. The deep wound on his hind leg had clearly split open again on the way here. When he heard the door, he slowly lifted his head. Those icy blue wolf eyes were startlingly bright in the darkness.
But there was no aggression in them, only a careful, almost humble waiting.
My chest tightened hard.
“Jacob?”
He looked like he wanted to stand, but the second he tried, his injured leg gave out under him.
I stopped thinking and ran straight into the rain.
“Are you insane? What are you doing out here in this storm?”
I crouched to help him, and within seconds I was soaked through.
Wolf-form Jacob didn’t answer. He only lowered his head and pressed his cold, wet nose gently against my wrist.
My eyes burned.
When Fiona came downstairs with an emergency lamp, this was what she saw: me half kneeling in the rain, trying with all my strength to drag a fully grown wolf into the house.
She stood in the doorway in silence for two seconds.
Then she came out too.
“Veronica,” she said, sounding resigned, “you are hopeless.”
But even as she said it, she helped me get Jacob inside.
Once we turned the heat up, the room slowly warmed.
I dried Jacob off with a towel. When my fingers brushed the reopened wound, I couldn’t help frowning.
“How did this even happen?”
Jacob had shifted back into human form. His face was pale, and his soaked dark gray hair clung to his forehead.
“I ran into two rogues losing control on the mountain road. After I dealt with them, I was going to head back and take care of the wound.”
“But then I heard thunder. And I know you’re afraid of thunder.”
My hands stilled.
He sat on the rug and looked up at me.
“I know you don’t want to see me.”
“I’m not asking you to forgive me.”
“I just wanted to be here with you.”
“If you hadn’t opened the door, I would’ve stayed outside until morning.”
I lowered my eyes. Somewhere inside me, something hard began to soften.
Then Fiona suddenly looked toward the window.
“He’s here too.”
I followed her gaze.
Hadrian was standing in the rain outside the gate, holding an umbrella.