Read Online Big Bear Trouble: BBW Werebear Shapeshifter Romance (Sweetwater Brides) by Anya Nowlan, Rory Dale - Free Book Online
Authors: Anya Nowlan, Rory Dale
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pursuing the attackers was out of the question.
Karen rushed to his side, tears streaming down her face.
“Are you okay? I’m going to call an ambulance,” she stuttered, standing up.
Evan grabbed her arm.
“No, just bring me my phone. This is clan business. I need to call Ethan,” he grunted, growing woozy from the blood loss.
One of the bites had probably nicked an artery.
“You’re hurt! I’m calling you an ambulance!”
“Please, just call my brother,” Evan mumbled, drifting out of consciousness.
Twelve
Karen
K aren ran to the hallway , frantically searching the pockets of Evan’s leather jacket for his cellphone. She scrolled down in his contacts, finding Ethan’s number. After just two rings, a deep male voice answered.
“Brother, I’m glad you –”
“Evan’s hurt, please help,” Karen cut him off, trying to keep herself from hyperventilating.
She could hear Ethan shouting commands to someone in the distance.
“Stay calm, I’m on my way. What happened?” Ethan’s tone had been jovial at first, but now turned to business.
“Oh god, there’s so much blood, I need to call an ambulance!” Karen stammered, terrified.
“Doctors can’t help him, not in the way we can. Try to calm down, I’m already in the car and on my way. I’ll stay on the phone with you.”
Karen took some deep breaths and made her way back to Evan’s side, stepping over pieces of wood and glass. His breathing was steady, but he was still unconscious.
“It’s gonna be okay, it’s gonna be okay,” Karen whispered, grabbing another towel from the kitchen and using it to put pressure on the bleeding wound on his leg.
Ethan kept talking to her on the phone, saying how Evan was strong and how help was getting closer.
It seemed like hours but had probably been minutes when Ethan rushed through the door. He knelt down next to Karen, assessing Evan’s wounds.
“It seems he’s lost a lot of blood. But don’t worry, he’s gonna be okay. Jen, my wife, has already called some of the guys, they should be here any minute,” he assured her, looking more concerned at Karen’s disheveled state than at Evan bleeding all over the floor.
Except… he wasn’t bleeding anymore. The wounds had already started to clot over, the blood flow stopping.
Karen’s mouth opened, questions flying through her mind. She was cut off by two men bursting in, stopping just short of where she and Ethan were crouched over Evan. They sniffed the air, snarling.
“Dirty Clearpond mutts,” the taller one growled. “We should go track them down,” he continued, already turning towards what was left of the door.
“I would love to rip into them, but our brother needs us right now,” Ethan said sternly, stopping the man in his tracks.
“Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?” Karen finally all but shouted.
“Shifters heal faster than humans, especially when they are surrounded by their kind. His wounds are already closing, probably thanks to the fact that you have been by his side all this time,” Ethan explained, simultaneously gesturing to the two other men to come closer.
Karen’s mind was going a million miles a minute.
“I’m not a shifter, what help could I be?”
“You’re the one he loves, the one who’s meant for him. That’s some powerful stuff,” the shorter man affirmed, a slight smile on his face.
Karen faced him, raising a brow in a way that said, “And who the hell are you?”
The man cleared his throat and spoke up.
“I’m Jameson and this here,” he said, waving a hand towards the tall man Karen already recognized from the pictures around Evan’s apartment, “is Everett, one of Evan’s brothers.”
Just then, Evan groaned softly, his eyes fluttering open.
“We’re here, you’re going to be okay,” Karen whispered to him, clutching his hand in hers.
“This place is a mess and we don’t know if they intend to come back to finish the job. You should stay with us,”
Karen rushed to his side, tears streaming down her face.
“Are you okay? I’m going to call an ambulance,” she stuttered, standing up.
Evan grabbed her arm.
“No, just bring me my phone. This is clan business. I need to call Ethan,” he grunted, growing woozy from the blood loss.
One of the bites had probably nicked an artery.
“You’re hurt! I’m calling you an ambulance!”
“Please, just call my brother,” Evan mumbled, drifting out of consciousness.
Twelve
Karen
K aren ran to the hallway , frantically searching the pockets of Evan’s leather jacket for his cellphone. She scrolled down in his contacts, finding Ethan’s number. After just two rings, a deep male voice answered.
“Brother, I’m glad you –”
“Evan’s hurt, please help,” Karen cut him off, trying to keep herself from hyperventilating.
She could hear Ethan shouting commands to someone in the distance.
“Stay calm, I’m on my way. What happened?” Ethan’s tone had been jovial at first, but now turned to business.
“Oh god, there’s so much blood, I need to call an ambulance!” Karen stammered, terrified.
“Doctors can’t help him, not in the way we can. Try to calm down, I’m already in the car and on my way. I’ll stay on the phone with you.”
Karen took some deep breaths and made her way back to Evan’s side, stepping over pieces of wood and glass. His breathing was steady, but he was still unconscious.
“It’s gonna be okay, it’s gonna be okay,” Karen whispered, grabbing another towel from the kitchen and using it to put pressure on the bleeding wound on his leg.
Ethan kept talking to her on the phone, saying how Evan was strong and how help was getting closer.
It seemed like hours but had probably been minutes when Ethan rushed through the door. He knelt down next to Karen, assessing Evan’s wounds.
“It seems he’s lost a lot of blood. But don’t worry, he’s gonna be okay. Jen, my wife, has already called some of the guys, they should be here any minute,” he assured her, looking more concerned at Karen’s disheveled state than at Evan bleeding all over the floor.
Except… he wasn’t bleeding anymore. The wounds had already started to clot over, the blood flow stopping.
Karen’s mouth opened, questions flying through her mind. She was cut off by two men bursting in, stopping just short of where she and Ethan were crouched over Evan. They sniffed the air, snarling.
“Dirty Clearpond mutts,” the taller one growled. “We should go track them down,” he continued, already turning towards what was left of the door.
“I would love to rip into them, but our brother needs us right now,” Ethan said sternly, stopping the man in his tracks.
“Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?” Karen finally all but shouted.
“Shifters heal faster than humans, especially when they are surrounded by their kind. His wounds are already closing, probably thanks to the fact that you have been by his side all this time,” Ethan explained, simultaneously gesturing to the two other men to come closer.
Karen’s mind was going a million miles a minute.
“I’m not a shifter, what help could I be?”
“You’re the one he loves, the one who’s meant for him. That’s some powerful stuff,” the shorter man affirmed, a slight smile on his face.
Karen faced him, raising a brow in a way that said, “And who the hell are you?”
The man cleared his throat and spoke up.
“I’m Jameson and this here,” he said, waving a hand towards the tall man Karen already recognized from the pictures around Evan’s apartment, “is Everett, one of Evan’s brothers.”
Just then, Evan groaned softly, his eyes fluttering open.
“We’re here, you’re going to be okay,” Karen whispered to him, clutching his hand in hers.
“This place is a mess and we don’t know if they intend to come back to finish the job. You should stay with us,”
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