Chapter Fifteen 2. Celeste

Her body ached in a way she had never felt before. The hollow feeling seemed to pull at all her joints and tendons, dragging her down, holding her still. It echoed around her skull and took her a long time to figure out what was happening.

The connection with her Clan was gone.

As her eyes blinked at the grey ceiling it crashed down on her, leaving her gasping for breath.  They were all just gone.

Sally wrapped herself around her instantly. She trembled, the grief running on feedback between them. Sally was so attuned to her, to both of them, and so soon after mating. Celeste wrapped her arms her body, bringing her Mate closer, breathing her in. 

"I'm here," she whispered, clinging to her. "Not going anywhere."

"I know."

There was a soft cough and Celeste's eyes rested on the Asian man by the bed. Obviously a Doctor with a white coat and a clipboard in his hands. His hair was a dead give away; mostly black but the occasional white