shifter that was kidnapped. They rescued her tonight, but it would seem the story that was told to the council was a lie. The woman’s stepfather actually sold her to a pack of rogue wolves with the intention of having her taken and killed so he could collect some insurance money. Chloe, the fox, told us her stepfather has been abusing both Chloe and her mother for years. He is not her mother’s fated mate, which means he has no permanent ties to her. I need you to go in and get Chloe’s mother out of there before he kills her. Chloe is now a part of my pack. She is under my protection. Her mother will be too.” Standing up and walking over to the window, Chase peered out into the darkness. “Also, Storm was hurt tonight. She is in the hospital in critical condition. We don’t know if she is going to make it.”
“Shit,” Angel swore. “Text me the details on Chloe and her mother. We will leave right away. Take care of Storm, Chase. I will come to the hospital as soon as I can.”
“Josie has her in surgery right now. I am going over there as soon as I talk to the council.” Lightly resting a hand on the cool glass in front of him, Chase said, “I will pay whatever your normal fee is for an extraction.”
There was complete silence on the other end of the line, then Angel growled, “The hell you will,” before hanging up. Sliding the phone back into his pocket, Chase groaned. Once again he had somehow managed to piss his mate off.
Chapter 8
J osie stripped off her latex gloves throwing them in the trashcan by the door. She was exhausted. The surgery had lasted five hours, and she had almost lost Storm twice. But Josie refused to let her go. She had heard the fear and pain in Ryker’s voice earlier and knew Storm was important to him. She was not going to allow her to die. Storm had a long road to recovery ahead of her, but she would make it.
Josie pushed open the door and made her way to the waiting room where she found Ryker and Chloe. Chloe was curled up on a chair in the corner, her long hair covering her face. Dark bruises covered every exposed piece of skin Josie could see. The woman had obviously been to hell and back.
Walking over to where Ryker stood gazing out the window on the far wall, Josie slipped an arm around his waist, leaning into his side. They stood like that for several minutes watching the sunrise.
“She’s going to make it,” Josie told him burrowing closer into his side. “It was touch and go for a while, but she’s a fighter, Ryker. She is going to make it.”
“She wanted to give up,” Ryker whispered in a tormented voice. “She begged me to leave her there to die. She is lonely, Josie. I’m all that she has.”
“We aren’t going to let her give up,” Josie promised. “I will be with her every day, Ryker. Together, we will help her get through this.”
Turning her to face him, Ryker slipped his fingers in her hair and pulled her close for a soft kiss. “Thank you, Josie. Thank you for everything.” Resting his forehead on hers he said, “I have to go meet with the council. They want me to give them a full report. I need to leave now.”
Reaching up, Josie trailed her fingers across his strong jawline. “I understand. I will take care of Storm while you are gone.”
“And Chloe,” Ryker said. “Chloe needs you too, Josie.”
“Chloe?” Josie asked in confusion. “Isn’t she going back to her family?”
“No. She needs to stay here with you, Josie. She needs your help. Her stepfather has abused Chloe and her mother for years. There is no way in hell she is going back there. Chase is working on freeing her mother now. He has offered them both a place in the pack.”
“I will take care of her, Ryker,” Josie told him. Raising her hand, she slid her fingers through his soft curls. “She can stay with me. I have room.”
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