The Awakening Aidan

Chapter Twelve


One week, two days, five hours, thirty-four minutes, fifty-two seconds.

That was how much time had passed since they’d smuggled Aidan into her office in the dead of night—how long it had been with no change.

He will come back to you.

Over the last few days, Rafael’s parting words as he’d hugged her on the tarmac right before she’d climbed into the helicopter with Trevor and his men had been a source of strength in one of the darkest times in her life. But with each passing day, as she watched Aidan circle his cage, teeth bared, foam dripping from the corners of his mouth, the words she’d clung to were starting to lose their potency.

She shifted on a chair, curling her legs underneath her, staring at the prison that had become Aidan’s home. The once warm, spacious room that used to be filled with cushy seating, welcoming knickknacks, and fresh flowers now felt so cold, uninviting. Everything had been removed but one chair and a huge dog pillow for Aidan to sleep on. But that wasn’t the change she hated most.

She hated the steel bars that had been installed to cage him, hated the chalk line that had been drawn on the floor to remind her to keep her distance after a frightening incident where the cougar had swiped its massive paw out toward her. After this was all said and done, she’d never be able to walk into this room again, would most likely move her practice altogether—far away from anything that could bring back any memories.

She’d have a hard enough time forgetting without the constant reminders.

Jaylin rubbed the heel of her palm against her gritty eyes.

She was exhausted. Couldn’t remember the last time she’d eaten, slept, or even showered. Her hair was knotted, coffee stained the front of her white T-shirt, and purple circles darkened the skin underneath her eyes, but she couldn’t care less. All she cared about was staying with Aidan as much as Trevor would allow her, which wasn’t much in her opinion.

He’d barred her from the experiments after the first day, saying she was more of a hindrance than help. She couldn’t deny his observation. The cougar was ten times harder to deal with when she was present. Trevor didn’t have an explanation for this, but, taking pity on her she was sure, he’d said he believed the animal’s reaction was because it could sense the men’s beast, and since she didn’t have one, it viewed her as the weakest prey.

Yet the few times Pam had been in the room, the animal hadn’t tried to attack her, so the no-beast theory was nothing more than a hopeless attempt to make Jaylin feel better. Because of this, she had an uglier theory—one that made more sense than being the easiest kill. She’d abused them. Though the cougar didn’t have human intelligence like the beast did, some kind of instinctual memory made the animal remember how much she’d hurt Aidan and his beast when she’d continually denied them. And like a cornered or injured animal, it was instinctively lashing back at the person who had done it harm.

And every time it did, she felt physical pain as if it’d actually gotten its claws into her.

A light touch landed on her shoulder and she jerked her head up to find Pam standing there. An ever-present sad smile graced her friend’s lips. She handed Jaylin a bottle of water and a muffin. “Thought you could use some energy.”

“Thanks.” She took both, but placed them on her lap, and went back to staring at the animal that stared back at her.

Pam came around the chair. “You need to eat, Jaylin. You’re starting to worry me. You’ve been living off nothing but coffee for days. It’s not healthy.”

Jaylin glanced down at the muffin in her lap, but couldn’t bring herself to eat it. Her stomach was so tied in knots the idea of food made it twist even tighter. “Do you know the last words he said to me before this nightmare began?”

Pam paused, biting her bottom lip. “You haven’t said much of anything since you got back.”

Because she couldn’t find the strength to talk. All she seemed to be able to do was stare at the animal and hope. Hope that this was a dream and she’d wake up. When that dwindled, she hoped she’d see a sign of Aidan, which then led to hope that Trevor would slam through the door with a “Eureka, I’ve got it,” and everything would become normal again.

Hope. She was running out of it.

“He said he wished he’d never laid eyes on me.” She covered her hand with her mouth, smothering a sob. She’d never said the words out loud, but they had replayed so much in her head over the last week she thought she’d go crazy. “And he still sacrificed himself to save my life. I’ve never done anything good for that man. Even he knew it in the end.”

Her friend squeezed her hand. “I don’t know what caused him to say that, but I don’t believe a word of it. You’re his mate. He could no sooner hate you than leave you.”

“But he has, hasn’t he.”

“Not by choice, Jaylin. The device did this, not you.”

“Didn’t I? I continuously pushed him away, reminded him we’d never be together the way he wanted. What if I killed his will to fight?”

Pam lifted an eyebrow. “We are still talking about Aidan O’Connell, correct? That man has more fight in him than anyone I know.”

That he did. “Why isn’t he coming back, then?”

“I don’t know, but I can pretty much guarantee that he’d do it all again if he knew it was the only way to save you.”

“Sad, isn’t it? He’d willingly give his life for a woman who refused to be loved by him. That was all he wanted, Pam. To love me, and I refused him.” Her throat tightened on another sob and she covered her face in her hands, allowing all the emotions she’d kept locked away to flow free. Pam took her into her arms, holding her tight. When Jaylin pulled back, her friend was blurry through her tears. “W-why did I refuse him? I’d take it all back now if I could.”

Maybe if she’d bonded to him, she could’ve used that bond to reach him now. She could feel that he was okay. But all she had was this uncertainty that she’d ever feel whole again, that he’d ever be whole again, and it terrified her.

“I know you would, and there’s still hope.”

There was that word again.

“How? Trevor has tried everything he could think of, fixing his favorite meals, playing his favorite music, having Liam and Britton talk to him. You’ve even shocked him with the Splycer under sedation. What’s left to try?”

The day Liam and Britton had tried to get through to Aidan, and hadn’t, had been a devastating blow. It was one thing that she couldn’t get through to the human side of him. She understood Aidan probably wanted nothing to do with her, but his two best friends?

Ever since, Liam had pretty much snarled at her the same way the cougar did, and kept his distance. Britton was another story. Something was off with that man. The tall, black-haired shifter spent almost as much time standing in the room as she did. One moment she’d be alone and the next he’d be beside her, arms crossed tight across his chest, his face a mask of tension, but he never tried to connect with the beast in any shifter manner.

She’d asked him to, once, hoping since Liam had been unable to spur on the change Britton could shift and spend time with Aidan in his animal form, possibly connecting to him in a way only another close shifter could. The fury in his electric-blue eyes had kept her from asking again.

Now they’d run out of options.

Aidan was stuck in animal form. No, he was worse than stuck. He was an animal.

And it was all her fault.

“He’s never coming back, Pam. I’m going to have to live with knowing what I did to him for the rest of my life.”

Live with knowing she’d had her mate in her grasp, and had refused them both an eternity of happiness.

…

Liam stood behind the chalk mark with his hands on hips studying his friend, who paced the confines with his teeth bared. Pam had finally convinced Jaylin to leave the room and at least change clothes. Not that the woman was willing to go far. Just down the hall to another room to clean up.

Her constant vigilance over Aidan was starting to annoy the shit out of him.

He wanted to spend some time alone with him too, but she was always in the way, watching, offering suggestions…just pissing him off.

Thank God Trevor had barred her from the experiments after the first day. He didn’t like the effect Jaylin had on the cougar. Not that it was any tamer when it was dealing with anyone else, but it was out of control when she was around. Even with her denied access, she waited outside the door, pacing back and forth, each step making him angrier and angrier. As soon as the men filed out of the room, she marched right back in and sat down on the chair.

Never. Leaving.

He wasn’t sure what motivated her. Guilty conscience, maybe?

She should feel more than guilt. This was all her fault, and the only thing that kept him from saying so was knowing Aidan would’ve killed him for uttering a single harsh word to his precious mate.

The bitch needed some harsh words spoken to her, and he worried that he wouldn’t be able to hold his tongue much longer. Every day that passed, his fury with her grew. It didn’t help that he was just as useless as she was, which only infuriated him more.

He’d tried his damnedest to get his beast to respond, knowing Brit was incapable of doing so. Liam had been their one hope at somehow reaching Aidan on a personal shifter level. And he’d failed. Those animal eyes staring up at him, as if they accused him of being weak on a daily basis, didn’t help either.

He leaned closer. “Are you even in there, aware of what’s going on?”

He didn’t think so. He knew Aidan. His friend would find some way to let them know he was there. But there’d been no sign of a human residing inside the cougar at all. But still Liam searched for it.

He owed Aidan that.

Hell, he owed Aidan his life. More so now than ever.

He was the reason Aidan had met his downfall. If Liam hadn’t been weak, his friend wouldn’t have called that woman in the first place. Aidan would be fine. Still smiling, relaxed, and happy Aidan. The man he’d worked so hard to become.

Now look at you.

F*cking Drall…f*cking women. They f*cked everything up.

But that wasn’t the worst.

Knowing deep down that he’d still want Aidan to make that phone call anyway was the worst.

Here was his friend—an animal with no way of reaching his human side—and a part of Liam was just thankful that he wasn’t sitting in a stupor completely oblivious to everything around him but Ava. What kind of friend did that make him?

A sucky one for sure.

“Come on, man. You’ve got to be in there somewhere.”

A hiss was the cougar’s reply. Liam sighed, then stiffened as he heard her footsteps coming up the hall. What’d the bitch give him? Two minutes alone?

He wasn’t leaving this time. He wouldn’t leave anymore because of her.

Liam kept his eyes trained on the cougar, refusing to give that woman the time of day. If she wanted to interrupt his time with Aidan, he’d just pretend she didn’t exist. When Jaylin came to stand beside him, the cougar’s ears twitched as another growl vibrated through it.

Liam narrowed his eyes. If he didn’t know better…

He inched closer to Jaylin.

No f*cking way.

He couldn’t be imagining it, could he? Wishful thinking?

“Leave the room.”

Jaylin’s head swung toward him. “What…why?”

“Just leave and come back in.”

When she didn’t move, he leaned in her face and said, “Go” real slow and harsh. Her color dropped a couple of shades, but she at least left.

Stubborn-ass woman. If she’d only been that stubborn in actually loving Aidan then none of this would’ve happened.

He turned back to the cougar. Whatever he thought he saw was no longer there. Maybe he had imagined it. He had a ton of reasons to wish he’d seen something.

When he heard her footsteps again, he focused on the animal, paying special attention to its eyes. The cougar’s ears twitched again. And then…

“F*ck. Me,” he breathed. “He’s in there.”

…

Jaylin froze. “What did you just say?”

“Aidan. He’s there.”

She whirled around to stare at the cougar and saw nothing different. “Why do you think that?”

“It’s you. When you walked in before its ears twitched and I saw the faintest flash of green in its eyes. It just happened again. It was barely there, but I swear I saw it.”

All she saw was the same feral blue that had been watching her for over a week. “Liam, I think we’re all just hoping to see a change.”

Anger reddened his face. “What is this? Some kind of Münchhausen by proxy thing for you? The longer you keep him sick the more attention you get? The poor, devoted woman left behind. You were never devoted to that man no matter how much he loved you, so stop acting like you are now.” He took a menacing step toward her. “He wouldn’t be like this if it wasn’t for you. Every damn bit of this is your fault.”

He inhaled sharply, closing his eyes, then between clenched teeth, he spat, “F*ck.”

With that, Liam spun and stalked out of the room.

As soon as his footsteps faded, she covered her mouth with both hands to stifle a cry. They all blamed her, which shouldn’t be surprising since she blamed herself. But Liam was so wrong. She was devoted to Aidan. The only thing she could truly be blamed for was being too stupid to realize it until it was too late.

That, she’d never argue with.

She turned to study the animal, pinching her lips together to keep the waterworks from starting again. She was all cried out. Her head constantly ached from it, her eyes hurt, and her face felt tight and swollen. Besides, crying wasn’t going to help Aidan. Focusing on Liam’s observation instead of his harsh words would.

Had Liam seen something? It was almost too much to hope for after everything they’d tried. She wanted him to be correct, that they had finally found some kind of direction on how to get Aidan back.

“Aidan, if you just showed yourself to Liam, please show me. I need to know you’re in there. I miss you so much, I feel like I can’t breathe from it.”

The cougar only snarled.

Liam strode back into the room with Trevor close at his heels. “Out.”

She didn’t argue this time, just walked outside the room and waited for them to call her back in. When Trevor did, she entered the room. Neither man turned around. Both sets of shoulders were rigid as they stared at the beast.

“Come closer, Jaylin,” Trevor said. “Let it see you.”

She did as instructed. Trevor’s breathed “I’ll be damned” made her heart pound.

“Be damned what?”

“Aidan senses you.”

Her gaze jerked to the animal. Was he there? Watching her? Her heart thumped faster. Had he been there all along? “I—I don’t understand, Trevor. You’ve said there’s never been any change. Why all of a sudden?”

“It’s probably always been there, Jaylin, but we didn’t notice. All we saw was the aggression toward you. Hell, we’ve kept you from him during all the experiments.” He looked back at the cougar. “Besides, it lasts less than a second. Its eyes are completely back to normal now. See?”

She did see, and hadn’t seen the flash they both saw. She needed to see it!

“We’ve never seen this with anyone else,” Trevor added.

“Just me?”

He held up his hands with a frustrated expression. “Considering how we keep the animal sedated during experiments and how quick the flash is, it’s easy we missed it before now. So I can’t be certain it’s just with you. We need to test this theory. Jaylin, stay in the room. Liam, you leave.”

Liam did. When he walked back in, Jaylin stared at the cougar’s eyes, praying to see what the other two saw. She saw no change.

Trevor worked his mouth. “Interesting. Maybe we should try Britton. Is he around?”

Liam nodded. “He’s down the hall hitting on Pam.”

Jaylin frowned, but she shouldn’t have been surprised. Pam was available, and Britton was totally her type. It just seemed wrong to her that life would continue while Aidan was stuck as this rabid animal.

Trevor walked to the door and yelled for them to come into the room. Within seconds, Pam hurried in, a little red in the face, while Britton sauntered in in all his smug glory. Jaylin could’ve kicked him. She could’ve kicked him even harder when she realized she’d forgotten to turn around and watch the cougar.

All she had to go by was the pensive expression on Trevor’s face and the confused shaking of his head. The eyes hadn’t changed.

“Jaylin. One more time. Leave and come back.”

Inhaling, she left, feeling the first true ray of hope in days. As she stepped back in, she held her breath, waiting for the verdict. When Pam gasped, her wide gaze snapping from the cougar to stare at Jaylin, she had her answer.

Trevor turned around, a smile on his face. “You’re the key. You’re his mate and even though you’re not bonded, he’s still aware of you.”

She almost collapsed from the relief. If he was in there, then they could get him back. Somehow. “What should I do?”

“First I want to see what happens when you get close to the cougar again. Take a couple of steps past the chalk line.”

Jaylin swallowed. The last time she’d gotten too close, the animal had tried to kill her. Could she handle knowing it still saw her as someone who’d hurt it? Fear of being reminded of that on a daily basis had kept her on her side of the chalk line to begin with.

It didn’t matter. If Aidan were in that animal somewhere, she’d do whatever was needed to bring him back.

She stepped over the thick yellow line. The cougar immediately lowered and pounced against the bars. One long, powerful leg swiped past the steel, barely missing her chest with its sharp claws. Shrieking, she stumbled back, hand pressed to her chest, blinking tears from her eyes. She was still the focus of its rage. “Are you sure you saw Aidan? That animal hates me.”

“We saw it,” Trevor said. “Every time you walked into the room. It means something. We’ve just got to figure out what and how to use it to get Aidan back.” Trevor paced the room, rubbing his fingers across his lips. “I keep thinking the Splycer is somehow part of all this. It’s to blame for starting this whole mess.”

She refused to look at Liam. There were two people in the room who disagreed with that statement.

“It has to be what brings him back,” Trevor continued.

“But we tried that,” Liam said.

“Yes, while the cougar was sedated.” Trevor paused, putting his hands on his hips while he stared at the floor. “Could that be it?” he muttered before looking up. “We’ve never used the Splycer on rejected shifters or half shifters while they were under sedation. What if the tranquilizer is keeping the device from working properly?”

“How do you propose someone gets near him enough to see?” Liam asked.

“It can’t be just anyone. It has to be Jaylin.”

Liam immediately shook his head. “Definitely not. We might have seen a glimmer of Aidan, but we also know it is much more aggressive toward her. We can’t chance the animal hurting her.”

“There’s a reason for that, I’m sure of it. She’s his mate. All week that animal has responded to nothing we’ve tried, but she just walks into the room and we see a glimpse of human. She is the only thing that can reach him. I’m sure of it.”

“That’s all fine and dandy, but can we at least have someone else try first?”

Jaylin stepped forward. “No. It’ll have to be awake. I won’t put another half shifter in danger. If Trevor thinks it has to be me, then it’s going to be me.”

Liam eyes rounded. “You can’t be serious! Do you have any idea what would happen to him if he comes back and realizes that animal hurt you? There won’t be any convincing him that this…this animal wasn’t him or his beast. He’ll blame himself for hurting you.” His jaw clenched. “You’ve already ruined his life once. I won’t allow it to continue. There has to be another way.”

She understood why Liam was vehemently against this plan. Being the cause of her death would be a torture Aidan would never be able to bear. The really twisted part was if the animal did hurt her, it wouldn’t have been by Aidan or his beast, but Liam was right, Aidan would never see it that way. If this worked and she was able to save Aidan, but the unthinkable happened, Aidan may have been better off staying in animal form.

But if there were even the smallest chance she had the ability to bring Aidan back, she’d risk her life to do so, just as he’d risked his to save hers. Because if she succeeded, and all ended well, she was ready to embrace the future she’d been denying them both—Fewshon and all.

“This isn’t your choice to make, Liam.” She turned to Trevor. “How do you suggest I get close to him?”

…

“Ready?” Trevor asked.

The Splycer shook in Jaylin’s hand. An hour ago, the cougar had been tranquilized and strapped down. Now, it was awake, raging as it fought to get free.

Watching it lying on its side, struggling against the chains that kept its paws stretched forward and the tape keeping its mouth closed, caused her physical pain, but she knew it was best for both of them. Ensuring her safety guaranteed that Aidan returned to a living mate and not one mauled to death.

The thick leather belt wrapped around its torso kept the animal strapped to a piece of padded plywood lying on the floor—kept it immobile, making it so she could just walk in and shock it.

Then hopefully this would all be over and she’d have Aidan back in her arms.

She tightened her grip on the instrument. A part of her was petrified that she would fail, but she had to try nonetheless.

Had this been how Aidan had felt when he’d begged her to tell him how to use the device?

Terror and hope all mixed into one.

He hadn’t given up and she wouldn’t now.

“The men have to go up the hall away from the flash, Jaylin, but we’re ready to intervene if we need to. We have a camera set up so we can see what’s happening. Pam will be just over there with a tranquilizer gun, although we hope that won’t be necessary.”

Meaning if things went bad, they’d do their best to save her. With the distance between her and everyone else, she didn’t expect they’d arrive in time. And she didn’t have much confidence in Pam’s aim. That animal had been trying to get to her since it’d taken over. Nothing would stop it if she were finally within its grasp.

“Let’s just do this and get it over with, okay?”

Trevor nodded and motioned for everyone to follow. Liam stayed behind, his gaze narrowed on her. For a moment their eyes met and he gave a sharp nod before he stalked out of the room. Jaylin stared after him. If she hadn’t known how he felt about her, she’d swear she’d just garnered some approval from the man.

Inhaling, she waited until the door closed, walked toward the cougar’s cage, then wrapped her hand around the steel-barred door. The squeak it made as it opened echoed through the room, reminding her that she was about to enter a cage with a wild animal, that she was about to do this.

No matter the cost.

She stepped inside. The animal stilled, its blue eyes locked on hers as she inched closer. A long rolling growl warned her to stop. And she did hesitate. For a second.

Inhaling again, she took another step forward.

The man you love is inside there.

The cougar’s struggles intensified. The chain clanked hard against the floor with each mighty jerk.

She relaxed. The restraints did indeed keep the animal immobilized. Kneeling beside it, she pressed the Splycer into the animal’s side and clicked.

Red flashed.

And all hell broke lose.

The tape holding the lethal jaws closed snapped as it caterwauled. The chains jerked taut. One link slowly stretched, then another. The leather belt ripped. Heart in her throat, Jaylin jumped to her feet as the animal rose, its side heaving as it roared.

“Aidan! Please hear me.”

Foam formed at the corners of its mouth.

It hadn’t worked.

It hadn’t worked!

Stumbling back, her feet tangled with each other and she fell to the floor just as a huge feline body covered hers. She screamed as it opened its powerful jaws and swooped down. Jamming her hand into its side once more, she clicked just as the feel of sharp teeth compressed down on her throat.

…

No!

Aidan barreled forward, shoving the beast back as he forced the change. The taste of her blood filled his mouth. He blinked back tears.

He couldn’t lift his head. Couldn’t see what he’d done. Couldn’t face the truth.

He’d failed. He’d killed her.

His mate.

An unthinkable action.

Tears scorched the back of his eyes as he buried his face in the side of her neck. Rough hands jerked him away from Jaylin and across the room, stunning him. He blinked as a wall of shoulders surrounded the woman he loved, protecting her from him. He lunged against the people holding him, wanting to get to her side, to hold her, to apologize for failing her. “Let. Go. Of. Me.” He yanked again.

“Calm down. We need to make sure you’re back to normal.”

He froze, staring up at Liam’s and Brit’s faces as they folded around him, shoving him back.

“What are you—” he stopped mid-sentence, becoming aware that they were no longer on the island. That he was being pushed through some cage into another room. “Where am I? Liam, what the hell is going on? What did I do? Is she—”

He couldn’t even finish the sentence.

“I don’t know,” Brit said, his tone tense.

“I can’t leave her.”

“You just had her neck in your mouth,” Liam reminded him. “We can’t chance a repeat performance.”

That ceased his struggles, and he slumped forward. “I can’t believe I did that.”

Brit looked him square in the eye. “That wasn’t you or your beast, Aidan. No matter what the outcome is, you have to remember that.”

His friends ushered him down the hall and into another room. Aidan blindly sat on a chair and stared at the floor, his head cupped in his hands. How could his beast turn on its mate? He could still feel the pressure of its jaws locked around her delicate neck. How the beast had wanted to snap it. If he hadn’t come to, it would have.

But it may have still been too late. The lingering taste of her blood made him gag and he wiped the back of his hand across his lips trying to erase the metallic tinge. A canned soda appeared before him, and he glanced up at Brit, who held it out for him. “Drink it.”

The can shook in his hand as he took it. After cracking the top, he chugged half the contents, thankful that the dewy carbonation washed away the reminder of what he’d done. If only it could wash away his thoughts just as easily. Nothing would ever get rid of those. He’d killed his mate, the woman he was made to protect forever. Tore her apart with no conscious mind.

He fisted both hands and pressed them to his forehead, and clenched his teeth against a wave of grief so intense it threatened to be the destruction of him. “What have I done?”

The door opened, then slammed behind a man dressed in a suit. As he strode toward Aidan, he put on his stethoscope. Without an introduction, without any preamble, the man squatted in front of Aidan and placed the scope on the right side of his chest under his rib cage and listened.

After a few minutes of silences and moving the scope, the man sighed and stood. “Beast is where it should be. How do you feel, Aidan?”

Sick. Horrified. “Jaylin. Is she…”

“No. She has some puncture wounds on her neck, but you shifted before any significant damage could be done. She’s being treated by Pam as we speak.”

If he’d been standing, he would’ve fallen to the floor from the relief that rushed through him. “So, I didn’t…”

“She’s fine. A little shaken up, but fine.”

She had to be terrified of him now. Since he’d met her, he’d proven that everything she’d read in her books wasn’t always gospel, and now she could add this to her list too.

A woman wasn’t safe with her mate.

“What’s the last thing you remember, Aidan?”

Aidan looked up sharply at the tall blond man. “Who are you?”

“Oh. Sorry.” The man held out his hand. “Dr. Trevor Klaus.”

“You’re Liam’s therapist.”

“That’s correct. Now I need some information. What is the last thing you remember?”

He pushed aside the only thing he could think of right now, which was attacking Jaylin. All he encountered was a big black hole of nothing. He thought deeper, and slowly the darkness lifted and he was faced with a new horror. The struggle. The desire to kill. Jaylin dying. He swallowed against the bile rising in his throat. “Fighting the beast after I shocked Jaylin the second time.”

“You remember nothing about the last week?”

“Week?” He snapped his head up, staring at Dr. Klaus. “What do you mean week?”

“Aidan, you’ve been in animal form since you shocked Jaylin.”

“That’s not possible.” He was always conscious when in beast form. Aware of every movement, interaction, and thought. Having final say over the beast’s actions. This time, however, it felt like no time had passed since he’d been forcing his beast away from Jaylin as she’d lain helpless on the bed. When he came to, and had felt her throat between his teeth, he’d thought the beast had won. “All I remember are those last minutes on the island. I don’t understand how that can be.”

“None of us really grasp what the flash does. All we know is if a healthy shifter is close to the flash when it goes off, the beast becomes rabid and tries to emerge, but the effects wear off pretty quickly once the flash is over and the human side is usually able to maintain control. In this instance, you were holding the Splycer and received the full impact of the flash.”

“My beast was determined to get out. I’ve never fought it as hard as I did that night. It was torture. It broke my body with a single-minded focus to get out and kill Jaylin.”

Trevor nodded. “This is only speculation, but we think the combination of the flash making your beast rabid and the following struggle for domination severed the connection between you and your beast.”

Aidan rubbed his eyes, stunned at the implication Dr. Klaus was making. “Where my beast won, and I left my mate helpless.”

“Listen to me.” Trevor placed a hand on Aidan’s shoulder and squatted before him so they were eye to eye. “The animal we’ve dealt with all week was not a shifter’s beast. There was no human in it. We think that once the beast emerged, it put your human side in some kind of comatose state. With you gone, the beast lost its humanity and became an animal. You’re connected to it now. The two of you are one again.”

“Are we?”

How could he ever be sure this wouldn’t happen again?

He’d lost time. A week’s worth of time. He could’ve done anything, hurt anyone, and he would never have been the wiser. He pinned Liam with his gaze, knowing if anyone in this room would be honest with him, it would be him. “How did I treat Jaylin this week?”

Liam inhaled deeply, but returned his gaze, unflinching. “You were most aggressive toward her.”

“Was there any other instance where I tried to hurt her?”

Liam’s jaw tightened, but he remained silent. He didn’t need to speak. Aidan had his answer. There was no guarantee Jaylin was safe with him any longer, no guarantee that when he saw her again he wouldn’t turn into a savage animal and try to finish what he didn’t succeed in doing today.

There was no guarantee that one day he wouldn’t turn on her again.

“Okay then.” Aidan nodded, making a choice that made his beast roar. While that should’ve comforted him, let him know that his beast was one with him once again, the rage emanating from it only solidified his decision. He’d never put Jaylin in harm’s ways. If that meant protecting her from him, then he would.

He would finally honor her wishes and give her what she’d wanted from the start—he’d let her go.