Scarlett

I stretched across the bed when I woke up. I was alone, but I couldn't help smiling when I remembered what had happened last night. I still ached in some places, but I couldn't wait to do it again. After the initial mating, we'd done it again and—unbelievably—it had been even better.

I'd also found out that unless I was in heat it was impossible for me to fall pregnant.

A blush tinged my cheeks at the naughty memories. All I could say was wow. I'd heard people talk about it before, but I had no idea it could be that good—and Cade, he was so good at it.

I pushed the reason he was probably so good at it from my mind. Like he'd said, the girls before me ceased to exist. I was addicted and, like an addict, I needed more. My plans to keep him in the bedroom for the day were spoiled.

I wondered where Cade was, but I wasn't going to get up yet. It was still too early so I lay on my stomach, hugging a pillow, about to doze off again when I heard the door open.

I opened my eyes to see Cade dressed in a pair of sweats, carrying breakfast on a tray.

"Hi," he greeted as he carried the tray over to the bed. I sat up, pulling up the covers to cover up my nakedness. It wasn't like he hadn't seen all of it before, and he'd studied me well, but I didn't feel comfortable sitting naked in front of him.

"Hi," I greeted as he set the tray over my lap. "What's this for?"

"I wanted to make sure you got something to eat," he said, and then added with a grin, "Especially after last night."

My grin matched his and I felt a little shy all of a sudden. It was going to take a little time to get used to knowing him in that way without feeling shy about it.

His smiled broadened at my shyness.

"Eat," he instructed. "I'm going for a shower."

While he was busy in the shower, I was trying to decide if I was going to join him in there. The rumble of my stomach pulled me out of those thoughts, though, and back to the food in front of me.

I was starving.

He was so thoughtful. He'd brought me breakfast in bed. No one had ever done that for me. There was no denying that the more time I spent with him, the more I was growing to love him.

I'd eaten most of the food by the time he walked out of the bathroom with wet hair and a towel wrapped around his waist.

It took all my self-control not to push him down onto the bed again. Both times that night he'd been in control and I wanted to have my turn at being in charge.

"Don't give me those eyes," he said, shaking his head as he headed into his wardrobe.

"What eyes?" I asked innocently while fluttering my eyelashes.

"The 'come to bed' eyes," he said as he reappeared wearing a pair of jeans and pulling a shirt over his head.

"And why can't I look at you like that?" I asked, watching him.

He sighed and turned to face me.

"I'd like nothing better than to keep you in bed all day, but you need to take it easy," he explained. I was a little achy, but other than that I felt fine.

"Why?" I asked.

"Did you forget?" he asked.

"Forget what?" I asked, having no clue what he was talking about.

"You will shift for the first time today," he revealed.

First shift. Oh, crap!

I'd forgotten about that. Then I remembered it was supposed to be very painful. That really put a damper on my nice and warm fuzzy feeling I'd been experiencing since last night.

I'd been so deep in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed Cade was sitting in front of me on the bed.

"Don't be scared, Scar. I'll be there every step of the way," he assured me as he tilted my chin up so I was looking at him.

I gave him a brief nod.

"I just need to go and do a couple of things, but I'll be back soon," he informed me.

He saw the fear in my eyes.

"Don't worry, it shouldn't happen for another few hours and I'll be with you."

I swallowed my fear at his reassurance and gave him a tentative nod.

"Mind-link me if you need me sooner, okay?" he told me.

"Okay."

He gave me a feathered kiss to my forehead before he headed out of the room, leaving me alone.

I would be lying if I said I wasn't scared. Some of the women had compared it to childbirth. No matter how brave I thought I was, I had to admit that scared me. The bonus was that I would be able to shift into my wolf form and run free. It was something I'd been looking forward to since I'd discovered I was a werewolf.

I spent the next hour holed up in Cade's study, trying to get some stuff done on my laptop. I'd managed to move across some of my stuff so I could still do what I needed to. It was only a temporary arrangement, but we had yet to talk about a permanent one.

Usually I'd be in the gym training, but I was taking it easy. I didn't want to tire my body out before my first shift. If I thought for a second that Cade had suggested I take it easy because he was feeling overprotective, I would be in the gym.

I couldn't help wondering when I was going to be able to feel Cade's emotions as well. Blake had said that when two werewolves mate, the link between them strengthens and they can feel emotions as well as hear each other's thoughts. It was hard at times keeping a handle on my own emotions, so the thought of feeling two sets of emotions was going to be difficult.

But I wasn't one to back down from anything. With time and perseverance, I would master what I needed to embrace my new life.

My fingers touched my temple, trying to ease a slight headache that set in as I studied the document on my laptop. It was starting to get warmer so I opened a window and hoped that would ease the heat in the room.

But after about ten minutes, the heat in the room was stifling and I decided to go to the kitchen to get something cold to drink. My throat was feeling so dry it was becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

I closed my laptop and left it on the desk. By the time I made it into the kitchen, I felt the sweat beading on my forehead. It was then that I realized that it was my internal heat that had increased as I brushed the sweat from my forehead.

Then it occurred to me that I might be starting my first shift. I glanced at the clock hanging on the wall. Cade had said it would be a few hours, but it had only been an hour since I'd last seen him.

It was happening earlier than he expected.

Cade?

I waited for a response, but there was nothing. Closing my eyes again, I tried to concentrate harder.

Cade? I pushed the thought to him.

Suddenly, it was getting harder to breathe. It was like the heat inside of me was suffocating the air out of my lungs.

I clutched the kitchen counter as I tried to draw in small, desperate breaths. Trying to breathe was becoming more difficult as the fire inside of me felt like it was moving from the inside of me to the outside.

I gasped in pain as my grip on the counter loosened and I fell to my knees. I tried to draw a breath in as my body burned in pain. In my haze of pain and panic, I tried to call out to Cade again as I clutched my hands to my chest.

Cade!

I literally screamed in my mind.

Nothing. I slumped forward and lay on the kitchen floor, gasping, trying to ride out the pain that had my body gripped. It felt like my body was being ripped apart from the inside, like every cell was being ripped apart and slammed back together.

My scream that had built up inside of me came out as a whimper. There was no one to hear me.

Scar?

It was Cade. Another rush of pain gripped me and I fisted my hands to try to stop a scream from escaping.

Help! I pushed the thought to Cade.

I'm coming!

I just had to hold on until he got here.

Another wave pain of sliced right through me and this time I let out the scream. I'd never experienced such intense pain before and I prayed that I never did again.

As much as I wanted to hold on until Cade got there, the pain and heat became too much. The darkness that would take away the pain beckoned to me and I closed my eyes and gave in.