"Maddox?"
He did not respond.
Guinevere gently rolled him off of her, careful of his weight with her ribs. She pressed her good hand to his forehead.
He was burning up.
Her brain reached for context and came back with a shrug. Dragons ran hotter than wolves. He had told her that himself on the flight. Twenty degrees above any wolf she had ever stood beside. A warm forehead on Maddox Drakencrest was probably normal for a dragon.
Probably.
Mate marking was not common with female wolves. She had never heard of anyone going unconscious for it, and she had never heard of a dragon going unconscious for anything.
She sat up.
Looked down.
There was blood between her legs.
The exact panic that hit her next was specific. She knew blood happened when you lose your virginity. But Gods, she didn't want anyone to see especially Maddox.
She slid off the bed and bolted to the bathing chamber to clean herself off.
She returned with a wet cloth.
"Maddox?"
Nothing.
