Big Bad Wolfie

63) He'll Be Alright

*** Maria's POV ***

  The first thing that I noticed was the splitting headache.

  What the h3ll?

  I went to move my hand to rub away the pain but my arms felt so heavy. I groaned. What the freak is going on?

  "Maria?" I heard a fuzzy voice call. But even through the fog, I knew it was him.

  I went to respond to him, because opening my eyes feels like far too much work, but he hushed me when he felt me stir. "You're alright," his foggy voice soothed.

  As my senses started slowly coming back, I noticed I was moving, and by the smell of it, I'm wrapped up tight to Wolfie's chest. I powered through my headache and thought about where we're going or where we're coming from.

  Or why I've got this heavenly and slightly metallic taste in my mouth.

  I'm definitely tasting Wolfie right now.

  But why? Why am I drinking his blood?

  . . . Blood.

  I suddenly remember that very thing steadily flowing out of me.

  Oh. . . Now I remember where we're coming from.

  And I've got to get back.

  I forced my eyes open and ignored how my headache flared painfully.

  I was met with Wolfie's beautiful face and gray eyes looking back at me. They flashed gold for a second and I realized it was his wolf coming to the surface to say hi.

  I couldn't help the smile that came to my face at the sight of him.

  My eyes widened a bit when I noticed his wrist attached to my mouth. That's where the truly heavenly taste is coming from.

  I really don't want to. I really really don't want to, but I reach up and push his hand away while shaking my head. "I'm okay now," I smiled. "Thanks though," I said, ignoring again how talking makes my headache grow.

  He shook his head and tried to make me drink more. "No, you need blood," he protested.

  I snorted, "So do you." I guided his wrist farther away.

  He shook his head once again, "I'm fine Maria, you've only been out around half an hour and I feel great." He didn't even let me get a word in before he shoved his addicting blood back into my mouth. I intended to protest further, but the taste and feeling of it flowing down my throat put me on a high I can't bring myself to give up.

  I settled for analyzing his handsome face and making sure his olive skin wasn't paler than usual or that he wasn't sweating profusely or anything. When everything checked out, I closed my eyes and got to thinking.

  No matter how blissful it is in his arms, or how much thinking makes my head hurt, I have to go back for them.

  They're my family, just as much as Wolfie is.

  The others aren't coming with me. They've made it clear they don't want to and I'm not going to force them into a dangerous situation. The only problem is keeping them from stopping me.

  The sudden chill in the air momentarily distracted me as I slightly shivered.

  Wolfie's arms tightened around me and drew me closer to his chest. My cheek grazed against flesh and it barely clicked in my mind he must me shirtless.