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Sloane wasn’t sure how extensive the damage was, but he knew his mate needed help.
“What can I do? How do vampires heal?” He wasn’t sure where to touch or even if he could pick his mate up. D had blisters covering most of his face and around his mouth, and his eyes were swollen shut. Sloane wanted nothing more than to take away his mate’s pain.
Even D’s fingers, which were curled around his shirt, were blistered badly.
“I need blood.”
Sloane rocked back on his heels, knowing the supply upstairs wasn’t going to be enough. There was only one thing he could do to help D and that was to feed him.
Chapter Six
Chance jumped out of his truck as soon as he pulled into Sloane’s driveway when he saw the black smoke billowing from the house. His heart was racing as he snatched his phone from his hip, dialing the fire department before racing inside.
He knew it was a stupid move, but he wasn’t going to let Sloane and D die in a house fire. As he entered the front door, his phone rang. Chance hit the send button, trying his best to see through the black, oppressive smoke.
“What’s wrong?” Chauncey immediately asked when Chance began to violently cough. He pulled the hem of his shirt over his nose and mouth, shoving his phone into his pocket. There was no way he was going to be able to talk and cover his face at the same time. Tears ran down his face from the painful stinging in his eyes, but he had to find his friends.
Checking upstairs, Chance quickly ran from room to room, but found no one. He wasn’t going to allow himself to panic. He had to keep a clear head. Running back down the steps, Chance saw a fire extinguisher lying haphazardly on the floor and the oven door open.
He wanted to shout, to yell for either of them, but his lungs felt like they were on fire. Had D’s father set the house on fire? Chance didn’t see any flames anywhere, but that didn’t mean anything. Were Sloane and D even here? With even a slim possibility, he had to search.
A wave of dizziness washed over Chance as he turned in a circle, wondering where he should check. The basement door came into view, and he yanked it open, closing it behind him before he bolted down the steps.
He was able to remove his shirt from his face and take in deep gulps of air once he reached the bottom of the steps. There was no smoke down here. “Sloane,” he tried to call out, but his throat was aching and swollen. It was no use. He’d have to search.
He heard crying and followed the sound, opening one of the storage rooms. Sloane was laid out on the floor, unmoving, and D was kneeling over him, crying and shaking the wolf.
“He passed out. Help him!” D’s voice wasn’t any better than Chance’s. He had barely heard what the vampire had said, but he did notice how badly D was blistered.
“The fire department is on its way. I can’t take you out of here because of the daylight.”
D shook his head, still pulling at Sloane’s sleeve, crying as he attempted to get the wolf out of there. “I don’t care about me. Get him out of here!” Tears rolled down D’s face from swollen eyes as he stood, stumbled, and then grabbed Sloane’s hand, trying his best to drag the wolf. “Get him out of here!”
“I’m not leaving you, D. Sloane would skin my ass alive if I did that.” There was no way he was leaving anyone behind. He wasn’t sure what he should do, but leaving D down in the basement to burn alive wasn’t an option.
“Chance!” Chauncey yelled down the basements steps. “Chance, are you down here?”
“In here.” Chance did his best to yell back, but his throat wouldn’t permit his voice to raise any louder than a whisper.
Chauncey appeared in the doorway, squatting down next to Chance. “Are you hurt?”
Chance shook his head, pointing to Sloane. “He needs help. You have to get him outside and get him to shift. I have to stay with D.”
“Fuck if you’re staying down here. Take Sloane. I’ll
Sloane wasn’t sure how extensive the damage was, but he knew his mate needed help.
“What can I do? How do vampires heal?” He wasn’t sure where to touch or even if he could pick his mate up. D had blisters covering most of his face and around his mouth, and his eyes were swollen shut. Sloane wanted nothing more than to take away his mate’s pain.
Even D’s fingers, which were curled around his shirt, were blistered badly.
“I need blood.”
Sloane rocked back on his heels, knowing the supply upstairs wasn’t going to be enough. There was only one thing he could do to help D and that was to feed him.
Chapter Six
Chance jumped out of his truck as soon as he pulled into Sloane’s driveway when he saw the black smoke billowing from the house. His heart was racing as he snatched his phone from his hip, dialing the fire department before racing inside.
He knew it was a stupid move, but he wasn’t going to let Sloane and D die in a house fire. As he entered the front door, his phone rang. Chance hit the send button, trying his best to see through the black, oppressive smoke.
“What’s wrong?” Chauncey immediately asked when Chance began to violently cough. He pulled the hem of his shirt over his nose and mouth, shoving his phone into his pocket. There was no way he was going to be able to talk and cover his face at the same time. Tears ran down his face from the painful stinging in his eyes, but he had to find his friends.
Checking upstairs, Chance quickly ran from room to room, but found no one. He wasn’t going to allow himself to panic. He had to keep a clear head. Running back down the steps, Chance saw a fire extinguisher lying haphazardly on the floor and the oven door open.
He wanted to shout, to yell for either of them, but his lungs felt like they were on fire. Had D’s father set the house on fire? Chance didn’t see any flames anywhere, but that didn’t mean anything. Were Sloane and D even here? With even a slim possibility, he had to search.
A wave of dizziness washed over Chance as he turned in a circle, wondering where he should check. The basement door came into view, and he yanked it open, closing it behind him before he bolted down the steps.
He was able to remove his shirt from his face and take in deep gulps of air once he reached the bottom of the steps. There was no smoke down here. “Sloane,” he tried to call out, but his throat was aching and swollen. It was no use. He’d have to search.
He heard crying and followed the sound, opening one of the storage rooms. Sloane was laid out on the floor, unmoving, and D was kneeling over him, crying and shaking the wolf.
“He passed out. Help him!” D’s voice wasn’t any better than Chance’s. He had barely heard what the vampire had said, but he did notice how badly D was blistered.
“The fire department is on its way. I can’t take you out of here because of the daylight.”
D shook his head, still pulling at Sloane’s sleeve, crying as he attempted to get the wolf out of there. “I don’t care about me. Get him out of here!” Tears rolled down D’s face from swollen eyes as he stood, stumbled, and then grabbed Sloane’s hand, trying his best to drag the wolf. “Get him out of here!”
“I’m not leaving you, D. Sloane would skin my ass alive if I did that.” There was no way he was leaving anyone behind. He wasn’t sure what he should do, but leaving D down in the basement to burn alive wasn’t an option.
“Chance!” Chauncey yelled down the basements steps. “Chance, are you down here?”
“In here.” Chance did his best to yell back, but his throat wouldn’t permit his voice to raise any louder than a whisper.
Chauncey appeared in the doorway, squatting down next to Chance. “Are you hurt?”
Chance shook his head, pointing to Sloane. “He needs help. You have to get him outside and get him to shift. I have to stay with D.”
“Fuck if you’re staying down here. Take Sloane. I’ll
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