Chapter 138: Chapter 138

On the ground, his mate Charlotte lays wide awake, except her eyes are black, even the white parts, her left foot is split into half and there is an eerie smile on her face!

Azraiel could feel his heart jump into his throat.

“Charlotte?” He tries calling her name, unable to recognize his own voice.

“Charlotte…” He tries again when she doesn’t react.

Azraiel gulps hard and calls for Katya. “Katya!”

She comes in rushing instantly.

As soon as she sees the state Charlotte is in, her jaw drops to the floor.

“What’s going on? Can you tell me what’s wrong with her?” He asks desperately.

Katya kneels on the floor beside Charlotte. She lifts her index finger and hesitantly touches Charlotte’s foot. As soon as her finger makes contact with Charlotte’s skin, she reels back in shock. It’s as if she has touched fire.

Wearily, she steps back and starts chanting a spell her mother taught her.

As soon as she begins chanting, Charlotte starts convulsing. Her whole body starts twisting at weird angles ad it moves so fast that even Azraiel can’t keep track of it.

He tries to go closer to Charlotte to hold her down but the moment he takes one step, her body starts thrashing even more violently.

Soon, Katya is done chanting. A weird distraught look is evident on her face and Azraiel doesn’t like it at all.

The thrashing stops as soon as the spell stops.

Charlotte now lies down on the ground with her eyes closed.

“Katya?” Azraiel whispers.

She turns to Azraiel and he gasps. Blood drips from Katya’s nose on her tank top making the beige cloth turn crimson red.

Azraiel quickly pulls out his handkerchief and hands it to her.

“What happened?”

Katya wipes off the blood. “The beings inside her are fighting for dominance. I tried to calm them down but I have received a clear warning to leave them alone.” She stares at Charlotte’s body.

“Alpha…” Katya hesitates before continuing. “I think it’s best to leave those beings to themselves. I am afraid that things could turn ugly if we meddle in this.”

Azraiel frowns.

“What if she is in danger?” Azraiel voices out his fear.

“Trust her and her wolf. She is an Alpha’s mate…You already know that she is strong…stronger than many Alphas I’ve seen…You need to let her take the reins of her fate in her own hands.” Katya tries to reason with Azraiel.

Azraiel frowns but doesn’t say anything.

Katya quietly leaves the tent giving the two mates some privacy.

Azraiel bends down and takes Charlotte’s hand in his. She is still burning hot. Her hand feels like it’s on fire. He quickly grabs the cold wet cloth and starts wiping her face and body with it again.

Hardly a minute goes by when he feels that Charlotte is clutching his hand. When Azraiel looks at the hand, he is shocked to see her skin tearing up at the knuckles. Her bones are not only peeking out but extending too. Her nails have turned into claws and the grip on his hand isn’t of Charlotte’s anymore.

Azraiel frowns when he notices that the claws do not look like those of a werewolf. Something drops in his stomach when the realization dawns on him.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he gulps down his fear and gets back to wiping her face. He can’t let his fear get the best of him. He is her mate. It doesn’t matter if she turns out to be something other than a werewolf, he will still be her mate!

Suddenly, Charlotte’s back arches and her grip on his hand tightens. Azraiel looks at her face to see if she is awake but her eyes are shut. Azraiel gently pats her body to soothe the tremors. Seeing her like this makes him want to clutch her to his chest tightly.

Azraiel frowns when he hears her grinding her teeth.

A snarl leaves her mouth and Azraiel is taken aback.

He has seen many people shift over the past few years but this is nothing like those. Charlotte gets aggressive in a second and then calm in another. Like right now, her whole body is frozen at an odd angle but she is grinding her teeth and snarling.

“Alpha…how is she?” Matt asks from outside the tent. “I don’t know Theo…I don’t know.” Azraiel says uncertainly.

“How are others? Is Samantha okay?” Azraiel asks and snaps out of his thoughts. Theo must be losing his mind since both Samantha and Charlotte are undergoing the shift. He knows how much Charlotte means to Theo.

“They are doing fine. Samantha is doing good too. The red-eyed wolves…their eyes are still changing colour but are fine otherwise. I think we’ll have quite a few wolves after the shift. Almost all of those present here are showing symptoms of wolves and tigers.” Matt answers.

“Good…” Azraiel nods to himself. If others are fine, then she will be too.

He senses Matt leave.

“Charlotte?” Azraiel calls her name when he feels her shift a little bit.

She doesn’t respond but continues shifting slightly. Her grip on his hand remains tightened.

Azraiel sighs and just continues praying to the Moon Goddess.

“Grrrrrr…!” A low rumbling sound escapes her lips and Azraiel instantly knows it’s her wolf.

Azraiel keeps wiping her body with the ice-cold water but her fever doesn’t come down. Her squirming has now turned into thrashing and it looks like he’ll need help to hold her down. But he is also unsure...he has no idea what he is dealing with. He isn’t worried about himself…but about others….

Azraiel is still in a dilemma when something suddenly clicks in his head.

He is a Trueblood.

A fucking Trueblood.

He should be able to handle this without endangering others.

Sending a last prayer to the Moon Goddess, he clutches Charlotte to his chest to stop her thrashing and closes his eyes.

He recalls all his powers that he has suppressed over the years for everyone else’s sake. With a quick prayer to all the five elements...he starts chanting the spell that binds a person in a snake-like grip.

As soon as the spell starts Charlotte freezes. Her whole body stops moving and Azraiel almost feels tempted to stop the spell but he has been taught better.

Charlotte’s body slowly relaxes and melts into him but Azraiel keeps chanting.

He is proven right just a few seconds later when she lets out a loud screech and struggles to get out of his hold. Azraiel doesn’t lose his grip and continues chanting. As the spell progresses the thrashing intensifies.

And then all of a sudden…

It stops…

Azraiel relaxes his grip just a little bit, just enough so that he can see her face. As soon as he leans back to look at her face, he knows…he knows this is going to be a long night.

Charlotte’s tongue is stuck out of her mouth and two long fangs poke out at the sides. Blood drips from her red eyes and the look on her face says that she is ready to raise hell!