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the snow like a pile of light brown bricks. Me feeling guilty as hell, because my wolf was so busy staring at his huge dick, I completely missed the freaking arrow sticking out of his chest.
Someone shot him in the back, I realize with a gasp.
Just as Tu chooses the most inappropriate moment to declare, “Seriously guys, we need our own reality show. We’d make SO much money!”
Ignoring her, I fall to my knees beside the Viking, doing a quick scan to see if I can help him. I can’t get his gray eyes out of my mind, or the way he stared at me, like nothing else mattered—not even the arrow in his fucking chest. I’ve never been looked at like that in my entire life.
And I have no medical knowledge whatsoever, but an inner voice is screaming at me to help him in any way possible. Thankfully he landed on his side, which lets me inspect his wound easily. I can just see the base of the arrowhead partially lodged in his skin, and I briefly contemplate pulling the whole thing out while he’s unconscious, so he can maybe morph quickly into a wolf and start his healing process before we head back down the mountain.
But then I see how the shaft glints in the moonlight.
“I think it’s made with silver,” I say when Grady bends down on the other side of the man’s body.
Grady may be the Alpha King of Oklahoma, but once upon a time he was Rafe’s beta sheriff before reluctantly accepting his state’s crown. But when push comes to shove, he’s still the kind of guy who takes charge when bad shit goes down.
Tu crouches beside me. “Yep, copy that.” She’s obviously communicating with Grady via their telepathic mate bond.
As silly as Tu can be sometimes—okay, most of the time—she’s all business now. She turns her head back to where Uncle Tikaani stands guard.
“Daddy, do you have a sat phone on you?” she asks. “We need to call the town doc. Tell them we’ve got an incoming in need of a silver arrow extraction.”
“On it,” he says, holstering his tranq gun and whipping out his phone. “Ford picked a hell of a time to pass out drunk,” he grouses as he makes the call.
While Uncle Tikaani talks to the pack doctor, there’s some debate about whether we should send for a stretcher or take the Viking down the mountain ourselves. Jostling him with a silver arrow so close to his heart is risky. But taking too long to extract the toxic arrow is even riskier. Then again, Dr. Leesma, the town’s only doctor, is old and no one’s even sure he’d be able to make it this far up the mountain in the snow.
In the end, Grady, Mag, Rafe, and Uncle Tikaani gently carry the traveler back down the mountain, making every effort to keep him as steady as possible.
Still I can’t keep from worrying, and my heart just about bursts with relief when I see the lights of Wolf Lake’s small clinic, which is located on the main street, along with the rest of the town’s small businesses.
Dr. Leesma is waiting outside in a pair of sweats and moccasin-like house slippers. His outfit doesn’t exactly scream, “I’m a competent medical doctor!” But then again, it’s 4:00 AM on New Year’s Day. He was probably sleeping off all the champagne he drank at the kingdom house’s New Year’s party when Uncle Tikaani’s call came in.
“Not good,” he tuts with a shake of his gray head after looking over the patient. “Better get him inside to the surgery. First door on the right.”
I watch the three alpha kings carrying him in, not sure what to do with myself, yet feeling somewhat compelled to follow them.
Dr. Leesma starts to go in, but Alisha grabs his arm. “Ah, Dr. Leesma, just so you know, the Vikings didn’t really have a word for it, and Chloe and I never spoke of it because I knew it troubled her, but…” Alisha seems to be searching for the right words to explain. “…I’ve never seen him outside of wolf form. That is, I’m pretty sure Olafr is wolf-bound.”
My heart freezes. Wolf-bound is what
Someone shot him in the back, I realize with a gasp.
Just as Tu chooses the most inappropriate moment to declare, “Seriously guys, we need our own reality show. We’d make SO much money!”
Ignoring her, I fall to my knees beside the Viking, doing a quick scan to see if I can help him. I can’t get his gray eyes out of my mind, or the way he stared at me, like nothing else mattered—not even the arrow in his fucking chest. I’ve never been looked at like that in my entire life.
And I have no medical knowledge whatsoever, but an inner voice is screaming at me to help him in any way possible. Thankfully he landed on his side, which lets me inspect his wound easily. I can just see the base of the arrowhead partially lodged in his skin, and I briefly contemplate pulling the whole thing out while he’s unconscious, so he can maybe morph quickly into a wolf and start his healing process before we head back down the mountain.
But then I see how the shaft glints in the moonlight.
“I think it’s made with silver,” I say when Grady bends down on the other side of the man’s body.
Grady may be the Alpha King of Oklahoma, but once upon a time he was Rafe’s beta sheriff before reluctantly accepting his state’s crown. But when push comes to shove, he’s still the kind of guy who takes charge when bad shit goes down.
Tu crouches beside me. “Yep, copy that.” She’s obviously communicating with Grady via their telepathic mate bond.
As silly as Tu can be sometimes—okay, most of the time—she’s all business now. She turns her head back to where Uncle Tikaani stands guard.
“Daddy, do you have a sat phone on you?” she asks. “We need to call the town doc. Tell them we’ve got an incoming in need of a silver arrow extraction.”
“On it,” he says, holstering his tranq gun and whipping out his phone. “Ford picked a hell of a time to pass out drunk,” he grouses as he makes the call.
While Uncle Tikaani talks to the pack doctor, there’s some debate about whether we should send for a stretcher or take the Viking down the mountain ourselves. Jostling him with a silver arrow so close to his heart is risky. But taking too long to extract the toxic arrow is even riskier. Then again, Dr. Leesma, the town’s only doctor, is old and no one’s even sure he’d be able to make it this far up the mountain in the snow.
In the end, Grady, Mag, Rafe, and Uncle Tikaani gently carry the traveler back down the mountain, making every effort to keep him as steady as possible.
Still I can’t keep from worrying, and my heart just about bursts with relief when I see the lights of Wolf Lake’s small clinic, which is located on the main street, along with the rest of the town’s small businesses.
Dr. Leesma is waiting outside in a pair of sweats and moccasin-like house slippers. His outfit doesn’t exactly scream, “I’m a competent medical doctor!” But then again, it’s 4:00 AM on New Year’s Day. He was probably sleeping off all the champagne he drank at the kingdom house’s New Year’s party when Uncle Tikaani’s call came in.
“Not good,” he tuts with a shake of his gray head after looking over the patient. “Better get him inside to the surgery. First door on the right.”
I watch the three alpha kings carrying him in, not sure what to do with myself, yet feeling somewhat compelled to follow them.
Dr. Leesma starts to go in, but Alisha grabs his arm. “Ah, Dr. Leesma, just so you know, the Vikings didn’t really have a word for it, and Chloe and I never spoke of it because I knew it troubled her, but…” Alisha seems to be searching for the right words to explain. “…I’ve never seen him outside of wolf form. That is, I’m pretty sure Olafr is wolf-bound.”
My heart freezes. Wolf-bound is what
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