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stay with D,” Chauncey argued and then gasped when he finally looked over at D.
    “Did the fire burn you?”
    D shook his head, still trying his best to get Sloane off of the ground. “No, the sun did. Damn it, will one of you dunderheads grab him and get him out of here!”
    Chance growled and grabbed Sloane, cradling the large wolf to his chest. “If you fucking die, Chauncey, I’ll kick your ass.”
    “Just get him out of here. I need to feed D so he can heal.”
    Chance nodded, taking once last glance at his brother before running up the steps with Sloane. He headed straight out of the back door and laid Sloane onto the grass. “How the hell do I get him to shift?” he mumbled as the sirens blared, telling Chance the fire truck was close. “Shift, damn you.” He nudged Sloane, pounding him in chest until the wolf began to cough and then shifted.
    Chance heard the fire truck stop in front of the house and then looked back down at Sloane. The wolf lay there, his chest rising and falling. Seeing that there was nothing else he could do, Chance ran back into the house and down into the basement.
    “Get your ass out of here!” he yelled at Chauncey.
    “I’m feeding D.”
    “I can do that. Curtis will kill me if something happens to you. Go.”
    Chauncey sealed the wound on his wrist and then gave Chance a tight nod. “Don’t fucking burn.” He took off up the steps before Chance could answer him.
    Taking a seat on the ground, Chance pushed his wrist in Dudley’s face. “Feed, D.” D bit into his wrist, swallowing greedily as he fed, his wounds already starting to fade. Chance rested his back into the wall, glancing up at the ceiling. What a fucking mess.

    * * * *
    D lay curled up on the basement floor, listening to the heavy footfalls above his head from the firemen in the kitchen until the steps were silenced and the men were gone. He’d been down here for hours, wishing he could go upstairs as see the extent of the damage.
    Chance was sitting next to him, refusing to leave. Chauncey had already come downstairs and told them that the damage in the kitchen was mostly from smoke. A small fire had started in the oven, but apparently Sloane had extinguished it before he had come downstairs.
    Countless times D had closed his eyes, trying to sleep to pass the day away, but it never pulled him under. He was too worried about Sloane. Although he had been reassured that Sloane would heal in his shifter form, D wouldn’t be appeased until he could see that his mate was fine with his own two eyes.
    His thoughts turned to the damaged kitchen. Once again he had screwed up. Only this time he could have killed his mate. D felt his stomach knot into pain at the thought of something that horrific happening to his wolf. And it would have been his fault.
    He whimpered as he pulled his legs closer to his chest.
    “Are you still beating yourself up about this?” Chance asked. “I already told you, it was an accident.”
    “You can say that. It wasn’t you who turned the stove on.”
    “Trust me, I’ve screwed shit up before. Why do you think I’m not allowed in the kitchen anymore?”
    “You almost burned the house down?” D asked as he looked over at Chance.
    “Hell, no, but have you tasted my cooking? Pa said I could be charged with attempted murder from trying to feed anyone that crap.”
    “It’s not the same thing, dork.”
    “Give me a break here. I’m trying to cheer you up.”
    “Not working.”
    “Talk about a tough crowd,” Chance grumbled. “It’s not your fault. Well, maybe it is, but shit happens. Get over it. At least you can say you baked your first cake.”
    D gaped at the bear. “I nearly burned the house down!”
    “We all have to start somewhere. I bet you won’t fall asleep again.” Chance snickered.
    “Whatever.” D turned back around. He was so not amused.
    It didn’t matter how many times the bear told D that it was an accident. It wouldn’t register in his mind. All his