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leaned into the bush. The long stretch of his legs flexed as his butt came into view.
She made a small sound and turned to look the other way, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Tell me something, Drucilia. This morning it looked to me like Derik was your mate, but something tells me that just isn't so." He paused and she let go of the breath she'd been holding and trotted up beside him, leaning over to nip a berry from the bush near his leg.
"Hey … watch it." He laughed and moved back, laying the berries on a large leaf he'd pulled to the ground. She looked over at him and shook her head 'no' as best she could. Everyone belonged to Derik, in actuality, but she wasn't his mate—at least not yet.
"I'll take that as a no." He leaned forward and worked quickly to get a few more as Dru nibbled at the branches, the sweet flavor rushing over her tongue.
They both caught the soft sound of footsteps at the same moment, Caleb standing and transforming back into his wolf as the first arrow whizzed through the air. He pushed her hard and she rolled with him, fear rushing in to heighten all of her senses. They needed to move—fast.
She bolted for the coverage of the woods, Caleb’s large body right beside her. Another arrow flew by them, and he muscled her to the left as they continued to run. They could easily outrun a human, but the trick would be avoiding leading the bastards to their campsite and starting a bloodbath all over again.
They took the long way around the forest and, when the coast was completely clear, made a sharp left and jogged into the belly of the camp. Dru stopped and turned with a goofy grin on her muzzle, the adventure scary and exhilarating all at once. She moved toward Caleb as he dropped to the ground, crimson stain coating his left side.
He’d been hit.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"No, no, no!" Drucilia yelled as she moved into her human form, running to Caleb’s side. "Prepare the table and get a healer to fix his wound."
Derik moved from his tent and bent down, picking up Caleb in one swoop and looking at Dru. "Go get dressed. I will make sure he's taken care of. Are the humans headed this way again, Dru?"
"No. We ran the length of the forest after running into them. There is no way they would know to come this way." She shook her head and reached out to touch the white wolf’s fur as he shuddered. "He took that arrow for me. Don't let anything happen to him."
Derik didn't respond but turned and left. Dru ran to her tent and slipped on the dress from the night before, her sister stirring in the bed next to her.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
"No. The damn Hunters were on the trail near the berry patch this morning. They’re searching for us again, and unfortunately, we didn't make it a hard find." She sighed and reached up to pull the small tie from her long hair, fiery crimson locks falling around her face and covering her shoulders.
"Why do you smell like fear?"
"Caleb was with me and took an arrow to the side for me. I need to go make sure he's going to be okay." She reached over and touched her sister's shoulder before slipping from the warmth of the tent.
The healer in their pack was an old woman named Merilla. Her mother had served in the same position before her, and her grandmother before her. She’d been close to Drucilia's father and couldn't stand Derik, so they had always been fast friends. Dru walked through the new line of tents, her nose lifted in the air until she found Merilla.
She pushed through the tent opening, the smell of rubbing alcohol filling her nose and burning its way through her sinuses. Merilla was bent over her cottonwood table, her long gray hair pulled into a bun and her tall, willowy frame contorted.
"You're not hurt as well, are you, child?" her voice rasped.
"No, just worried about him." Dru moved to the other side of Merilla and put her hands on the strong wooden bed that held Caleb. He was still, as if sleeping. His breathing was subtle, but steady.
She made a small sound and turned to look the other way, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Tell me something, Drucilia. This morning it looked to me like Derik was your mate, but something tells me that just isn't so." He paused and she let go of the breath she'd been holding and trotted up beside him, leaning over to nip a berry from the bush near his leg.
"Hey … watch it." He laughed and moved back, laying the berries on a large leaf he'd pulled to the ground. She looked over at him and shook her head 'no' as best she could. Everyone belonged to Derik, in actuality, but she wasn't his mate—at least not yet.
"I'll take that as a no." He leaned forward and worked quickly to get a few more as Dru nibbled at the branches, the sweet flavor rushing over her tongue.
They both caught the soft sound of footsteps at the same moment, Caleb standing and transforming back into his wolf as the first arrow whizzed through the air. He pushed her hard and she rolled with him, fear rushing in to heighten all of her senses. They needed to move—fast.
She bolted for the coverage of the woods, Caleb’s large body right beside her. Another arrow flew by them, and he muscled her to the left as they continued to run. They could easily outrun a human, but the trick would be avoiding leading the bastards to their campsite and starting a bloodbath all over again.
They took the long way around the forest and, when the coast was completely clear, made a sharp left and jogged into the belly of the camp. Dru stopped and turned with a goofy grin on her muzzle, the adventure scary and exhilarating all at once. She moved toward Caleb as he dropped to the ground, crimson stain coating his left side.
He’d been hit.
CHAPTER SEVEN
"No, no, no!" Drucilia yelled as she moved into her human form, running to Caleb’s side. "Prepare the table and get a healer to fix his wound."
Derik moved from his tent and bent down, picking up Caleb in one swoop and looking at Dru. "Go get dressed. I will make sure he's taken care of. Are the humans headed this way again, Dru?"
"No. We ran the length of the forest after running into them. There is no way they would know to come this way." She shook her head and reached out to touch the white wolf’s fur as he shuddered. "He took that arrow for me. Don't let anything happen to him."
Derik didn't respond but turned and left. Dru ran to her tent and slipped on the dress from the night before, her sister stirring in the bed next to her.
"What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
"No. The damn Hunters were on the trail near the berry patch this morning. They’re searching for us again, and unfortunately, we didn't make it a hard find." She sighed and reached up to pull the small tie from her long hair, fiery crimson locks falling around her face and covering her shoulders.
"Why do you smell like fear?"
"Caleb was with me and took an arrow to the side for me. I need to go make sure he's going to be okay." She reached over and touched her sister's shoulder before slipping from the warmth of the tent.
The healer in their pack was an old woman named Merilla. Her mother had served in the same position before her, and her grandmother before her. She’d been close to Drucilia's father and couldn't stand Derik, so they had always been fast friends. Dru walked through the new line of tents, her nose lifted in the air until she found Merilla.
She pushed through the tent opening, the smell of rubbing alcohol filling her nose and burning its way through her sinuses. Merilla was bent over her cottonwood table, her long gray hair pulled into a bun and her tall, willowy frame contorted.
"You're not hurt as well, are you, child?" her voice rasped.
"No, just worried about him." Dru moved to the other side of Merilla and put her hands on the strong wooden bed that held Caleb. He was still, as if sleeping. His breathing was subtle, but steady.
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