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As he lifted her to cradled in his arms, his eyes sliced to his pale-faced mother sitting in the front row and he shouted, “Regan!” right before, with long strides, he moved to the side of the dais, down the steps and around the back, under the stands and into a short hall where there were training rooms, dressing rooms and locker rooms.

He took her to a dressing room, laid her on a couch, sat at its edge and took her hand.

Her eyes fluttered open.

“Cal, get the gown off me,” she begged in a pained voice.

“Hang on, baby doll. Regan has an injection,” he cooed, holding her hand tight as she started shifting on the couch.

“I need this gown off me,” she repeated, clutching his hand and beginning to move with agitation.

“One second, honey,” he told her and smelled Regan before he saw her rush in, Gregor on her heels, Yuri not far behind and behind him, Caleb, Ryon, Calder, Sonia’s bridesmaids and Lucien.

“A guard on the door, Ry,” he ordered, his eyes then moving to his mother, “Injection.”

She was already digging in her purse as she rushed toward them.

“Cal,” Sonia’s hand gripped his in a death hold. “Please, honey, please, get this gown off me. I’m burning up.”

“The injection’s coming,” Callum assured her.

“Sonny, my dear, did you forget your injection last night?” Gregor asked. Having moved close, he squatted down beside the couch.

“No,” she shook her head, her eyes heated and dazed, “Cal gave it to me as usual.”

Gregor looked to Callum. “Stress?” he murmured.

“Maybe,” Callum murmured back as Regan handed him the loaded syringe.

“Get a cool cloth, hurry,” he heard Yuri order someone as Callum looked down at his mate.

“Roll to your side, little one, I’m injecting through your dress,” Callum told her and she stopped shifting with agitation and rolled to her side as ordered.

Callum made swift work of injecting the medicine.

He then carefully pulled her up and into his arms. “Two minutes,” he whispered in her ear. “Two minutes, baby doll, hold on.”

She writhed in his arms, fighting him as he counted it down in her ear.

At one minute five seconds, her back arched so violently she nearly tore herself out of his arms, her head flew back and she screamed a scream filled with agony.

Callum’s blood ran cold.

“Fucking hell, what the fuck?” Yuri growled from close.

“Here’s a cold cloth,” Leah said, handing it to Gregor who immediately moved in to press it to Sonia’s forehead.

He had it there for not a second before she bucked again, letting out a primal scream that tore through the space and straight through Callum’s heart.

Sonia shot double, her hands forming claws, tearing at the bodice of her gown as she cried, “It’s not working. It’s not working. I need this gown off. I need his gown off!”

Callum’s head shot around and his eyes pinned Calder. “Find the wolf who’s been trained to see to this. Get me another injection,” Callum ordered.

Calder, also pale, nodded and sprinted from the room.

Sonia’s hands moved from her gown to claw at Callum. “Cal! Get this gown off!”

“We’re getting another injection,” Callum told her, trying to sound soothing but even he could hear the worry in his voice.

“I’m calling her doctor,” Gregor snapped, straightening to standing, reaching into his jacket to pull out his phone.

“Do something, for fuck’s sake. More cool cloths. Ice. Fucking something!” Yuri shouted.

Callum tried to control Sonia’s thrashing. “Hang on, Sonia. Hang on, baby doll. It’s been too much for you. We should have planned. The trial, The Mating. We should have planned.”

She stopped thrashing, her hazy eyes finding his. “This isn’t right,” she whispered, her voice panicked, anguished, terrified.

Callum felt a presence, he knew who it was before he looked up and saw Lucien standing close.

“Let me feed,” he requested gently as Leah moved in with the cool cloth to press it to Sonia’s forehead.

Distractedly, Callum noted Leah’s head jerk before it snapped up to look at her mate, her face shocked as well as pained.

“Vampire saliva has healing properties, Callum, powerful ones. You know this. Perhaps, until her medicine arrives, it will give her some relief,” Lucien suggested.

“Do it, anything,” Sonia begged. “Anything.”

Callum looked to Leah to see her face had blanked and she was pressing the cloth to Sonia’s forehead.

He knew in that instant, if Lucien fed from Sonia, it would be a betrayal to his mate and it might not be worth that large of a sacrifice because it might not work.