Chapter 43. Racing II

The sort of rage, fear and protectiveness Wayne had just gone through was very new to him. He just couldn't take it and had to keep calm. It felt like his heart had been shattered into a million little pieces and splashed over a hard surface, making them bounce all about.

He had watched his mate almost die in front of him. What if she was not a werewolf and was some fragile creature that couldn't withstand what she went through? What if she was human? She could have died in front of him. At the thought of this, he pinned her more to his furry self and covered her neck with his snout.

“Wayne,” she had called again but his racing heart wouldn't let him free her. He had to make sure she was truly alive in his arms by listening to her heartbeat on and on.

“Wayne, I'm fine. Really,” Olive tried to convince him. He loosened his grip on her and peeped at her face. The sight of her nose bleeding, her lip bursted and a large wound on her cheek made his heart boil again. How could