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human blue eyes bore into mine.
    The wolf lifted its head again and motioned me back. “You want me to go into the kitchen?” I asked.
    The wolf nodded it s head yes. I put my hands on my hips. “I don’t see how I can help you from the kitchen but fine. I’ll go. Just bleed to death on my floor for all I care,” I said throwing my hands in the air. “Stupid, stubborn, wolf,” I muttered going into the kitchen.
    A moment later a very human hand clamped down on my shoulder, startling me, and making me let out a blood curdling scream.
    I turned around to face Caeden. “A little warning would have been nice,” I said. “Where are your clothes?” I added noticing the fact that he was completely naked except fo r a blanket draped haphazardly around his waist. His chest was well defined and his biceps were huge. Unfortunately, for me, the image was destroyed by the deep cuts on his right side. “Oh my God!” I said, my fear of blood suddenly gone, I tentatively touched the skin at his side. He flinched. I could see dirt and gravel caked into the five deep cuts. “Caeden,” I whispered “What happened?”
    “Travis and his idiotic father,” he growled and sat down in one of the kitchen chairs. “As for my clothes, when we shift, our clothes don’t shift with us. When you’re a shifter you have to be comfortable with nudity. It’s a fact of life.”
    “Oh so this,” I said motioning to the blanket. “Is for my benefit? ”
    He blushed and ignored me. He lifted his arm up and poked at his wounds wincing. “Where’s Lucinda?”
    “She left for a council meeting this afternoon. She said s he wouldn’t be back until late,” I answered him.
    “ Great ,” he said rolling his eyes. “I’m going to need you to help me then. I don’t have much time. We heal fast, but,” he said looking at his deep wounds. “Sometimes not fast enough. Go to the hall closet and pull out the large black case on the floor.”
    I did as he said but the box was too heavy to lift so I had to drag it into the kitchen. The lock was a set of numbers, which he quickly rattled off, and the trunk unlocked . I looked up at Caeden and I could see that his eyes were growing foggy and that he looked close to passing out.
    “Let’s get you to the couch,” I said and wrapped my arm around his uninjured side. Slowly we made our way to the couch where he collapsed. I had to pull the heavy trunk into the living room. Caeden’s eyes were closed and his breathing was abnormal.
    “Stay with me Caeden,” I whispered. He looked close to death and as if my heart sensed it, it began to thump erratically in my chest. Suddenly my feelings for Caeden came to the forefront of my mind. He was my mate. My mate! And I was going to lose him! We hadn’t even gone on a date! I hadn’t even kissed him! I had been too wrapped up in my discovery of shifters to even think about a relationship with Caeden or the fact that we were mates; we were made for each other and here he was dying underneath my fingertips.
    I opened the lid of the large black trunk and found what looked like a mobile hospital. There were gloves, masks, syringes, all kinds of medical liquids, sutures, bandages, and other items that I had never seen before that I assumed were specifically for shifters.
    I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and rang Gram. It went straight to voicemail. “Gram, it’s Sophie. Caeden’s here. He’s hurt. It’s bad Gram. He seemed fine one minute, alert, and now? Gram, I think he’s dying. Please get this, hurry!” I said into the phone and hung up. I only hoped she got my message soon enough.
    “What do I do?” I said to myself looking into the case. I pulled on a pair of surgical gloves, grabbed some gauze, and alcohol. I figured the first order of business was to clean the wound.
    I poured the alcohol into the wounds and Caeden came to life with a furry. He started screaming and cussing. “I know, I know,” I murmured. “It hurts. I’m