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vulnerable, and something about that realization filled her veins with red fury. She could almost see Dean’s animal calculating his odds at besting him.
Morgan bolted through the shop door and let out a low snarl as she placed herself between Dean and the table where Grey lay. He glanced down at her with a half-deranged look that said he had a half-cocked notion he could fight her while human.
After a charged moment, he held up his hands, and in a strange voice said, “I’ll go inside with the others and stay with Rachel.”
She sneezed and shook her head, baring her teeth. He backed off slowly toward the house. Rachel would get him calmed down and take him home if she thought he needed it. Incorrigible dominant wolves. She liked Dean, but if he was going to let his wolf challenge Grey in this state, he’d learn exactly what lengths she’d go to in order to protect him.
The medical kit thudded onto a low table when Logan dropped it. He turned and swiped everything off the workbench onto the floor below. Grey lay unresponsive on the sawdust-coated wooden planks. Wade, apparently used to an injured dominant on his table, was keeping his growling to himself. Logan, on the other hand, was staring. His light blue eyes were frozen on her blood-soaked mate. She lunged and snapped at him, teeth grazing his arm and drawing blood. He jerked away, backed out of the shed, and followed Dean to the house. Pacing the doorway, she didn’t return until both blood-lusty werewolves were back inside the house. Behind her, Wade worked feverishly on Grey. Sweat ran the gauntlet down the scar that marred the side of his face, and his usually passive expression was knotted with worry.
“Morgan,” Wade said. “We need him to Change back as soon as possible. I need to stitch him up and see what kind of damage we are dealing with. I can’t do that when he is Wolf.”
She swung her head back to the yard. Marissa was running toward the shed. Satisfied more help was coming, she turned and jumped up on the workbench. The table groaned slightly under her added weight. She stood over him, whining and licking his face, his dark fur coarse against her tongue. It tasted of sweet copper.
There was so much blood, it pooled beneath him. Her licks became frantic. What if he was already dead? She paused, listening. His faint heartbeat thrummed softly against his sternum.
Grey, Grey, Grey. He had to wake up.
Wade dug through his medical box. “He is going to be pissed when he gets a whiff of this this. I have smelling salts, but they are stronger for a wolf nose so we need to try and keep him calm.”
Waking Demon Wolf like this was a horrible idea, but for lack of a better one, it would have to do. Her heart pounded away like jackhammer and the smell of her fear filled the room.
She was about to get bitten.
Chapter 7
Wolf jolted awake with the smell of something awful and strong in his nose. Heavy pressure pinned him against something cold and hard, and before he could register sight or smell, he lunged, raking sharp teeth across the culprit’s neck. A yelp and long whine sounded as the weight disappeared off him. And then he smelled her. Morgan.
Grey blinked unfocused eyes as the pain consumed him. It burned him up from the inside out. He roared, scrabbling to get upright and out of such a defenseless position. Someone was trying to soothe him, which only made Wolf angrier.
He would kill everything.
Twisting his body, he fell off the table hard enough to puff the sawdust beneath him into the air. A warning snarl ripped through him, and he pulled his lips back over bared teeth. His focus landed on a light spot in the corner. A white wolf was cowering there, shaking. A red stain spread across her throat. He tried to right himself to make his way to her but only got halfway when his leg gave out from under him. He lay still and whined, trying to get her to come closer. He had hurt her, and even through the haze of pain, was
Morgan bolted through the shop door and let out a low snarl as she placed herself between Dean and the table where Grey lay. He glanced down at her with a half-deranged look that said he had a half-cocked notion he could fight her while human.
After a charged moment, he held up his hands, and in a strange voice said, “I’ll go inside with the others and stay with Rachel.”
She sneezed and shook her head, baring her teeth. He backed off slowly toward the house. Rachel would get him calmed down and take him home if she thought he needed it. Incorrigible dominant wolves. She liked Dean, but if he was going to let his wolf challenge Grey in this state, he’d learn exactly what lengths she’d go to in order to protect him.
The medical kit thudded onto a low table when Logan dropped it. He turned and swiped everything off the workbench onto the floor below. Grey lay unresponsive on the sawdust-coated wooden planks. Wade, apparently used to an injured dominant on his table, was keeping his growling to himself. Logan, on the other hand, was staring. His light blue eyes were frozen on her blood-soaked mate. She lunged and snapped at him, teeth grazing his arm and drawing blood. He jerked away, backed out of the shed, and followed Dean to the house. Pacing the doorway, she didn’t return until both blood-lusty werewolves were back inside the house. Behind her, Wade worked feverishly on Grey. Sweat ran the gauntlet down the scar that marred the side of his face, and his usually passive expression was knotted with worry.
“Morgan,” Wade said. “We need him to Change back as soon as possible. I need to stitch him up and see what kind of damage we are dealing with. I can’t do that when he is Wolf.”
She swung her head back to the yard. Marissa was running toward the shed. Satisfied more help was coming, she turned and jumped up on the workbench. The table groaned slightly under her added weight. She stood over him, whining and licking his face, his dark fur coarse against her tongue. It tasted of sweet copper.
There was so much blood, it pooled beneath him. Her licks became frantic. What if he was already dead? She paused, listening. His faint heartbeat thrummed softly against his sternum.
Grey, Grey, Grey. He had to wake up.
Wade dug through his medical box. “He is going to be pissed when he gets a whiff of this this. I have smelling salts, but they are stronger for a wolf nose so we need to try and keep him calm.”
Waking Demon Wolf like this was a horrible idea, but for lack of a better one, it would have to do. Her heart pounded away like jackhammer and the smell of her fear filled the room.
She was about to get bitten.
Chapter 7
Wolf jolted awake with the smell of something awful and strong in his nose. Heavy pressure pinned him against something cold and hard, and before he could register sight or smell, he lunged, raking sharp teeth across the culprit’s neck. A yelp and long whine sounded as the weight disappeared off him. And then he smelled her. Morgan.
Grey blinked unfocused eyes as the pain consumed him. It burned him up from the inside out. He roared, scrabbling to get upright and out of such a defenseless position. Someone was trying to soothe him, which only made Wolf angrier.
He would kill everything.
Twisting his body, he fell off the table hard enough to puff the sawdust beneath him into the air. A warning snarl ripped through him, and he pulled his lips back over bared teeth. His focus landed on a light spot in the corner. A white wolf was cowering there, shaking. A red stain spread across her throat. He tried to right himself to make his way to her but only got halfway when his leg gave out from under him. He lay still and whined, trying to get her to come closer. He had hurt her, and even through the haze of pain, was
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