Chapter 9-1
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We were outnumbered by three. Just as my wolf managed to get to his feet, another wolf threw himself on top of me. Around me, wolves roared, and I felt the pain of my shifters through their bonds.
My claws ripped through flesh, but they had the advantage. I needed to get to my feet.
Distantly, I heard Kiana scream again. There was a flash of orange, and fire seared my fur. Two of the wolves yelped and released their grip on me. I rose to see Kiana standing with a flaming log in her hand. Twisting, she picked up another log and swung it like a damn baseball bat.
Rising, I gripped the one wolf still attached to me and snapped its neck. It fell, lifeless, to the ground, and I launched myself at the other two. One jerked away just in time, and the other one and I rumbled to the ground. It was smaller and leaner but scrappy. It got in a few good blows before I tore its throat open.
Turning to search for the one who got away, I watched, in horror, as Kiana pulled out the flare gun from the bag. She aimed it at Jenson and the wolf he was fighting. As soon as she pulled the trigger, a wolf was on her.
SHIFT!
I pushed the command through our bond. She was human and could barely pivot on that knee. She wouldn’t last two minutes under the claws of the wolf.
Instead of shifting, she fell, pinned under the wolf. Her screams seared into me, and my wolf roared with rage as we threw ourselves and shoved it through the fire and to the other side of the
camp.
There was strength behind all that matted fur. Strength that, at any other time, I might have admired. Tonight, I just wanted him dead for daring to touch what is mine.
He put up a good fight, and by the time it was over, the campsite had quieted. Dead wolves lay at our feet. I turned to assess the damage.
Everyone was in wolf form except Saul. He leaned over Kiana, and he was paler than he’d ever
been.
“Shift,” he said hoarsely. “You have to let your wolf heal you.”
Instantly, I shifted and raced over. “How bad is it?”
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I immediately checked her head and neck, but they were both fine. There was a nasty gash across
her shoulder, but that didn’t explain the tightness in Saul’s voice.
Then I saw her leg. “Her femoral artery has been slashed. If she doesn’t shift in the next few
minutes, she will die,” Saul said. “Someone get me a belt!”
“Shift,” I told her in a low voice. “You are going to die. You have to shift. Now!”
“N-No,” she rasped. “No, I c-can’t.”
“Yes, you can. Shift, damn it. Shift!”
Panic seized me. A shadow swept over her, and she immediately tried to shrink away.
Jenson handed Saul a belt. “Will this work?” He asked in a low voice.
“It’ll buy us more time.” Quickly, Saul made a tourniquet at the top of her thigh. “But not much. Troy.
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“Twenty feet perimeter. Now.” I commanded hoarsely. “Everyone.”
“But…” Bridget started.
“Do it!”
My voice thundered, and everyone turned and raced to follow their orders. Kneeling by Kiana, I placed a hand to her heart. “When I took you in, you swore an oath of loyalty to me, and I to you. You are in no danger here. It’s just you and me. I’m going to shift, Kiana.
Your wolf has to know that under no circumstances would my wolf ever hurt you. He will die to
protect you. Let her out. If not, you’re choosing death for her. You’re choosing death for you both.”
There was nothing but pain and panic in her eyes, and for a horrid moment, I wondered if she even
understood what I was saying. “Don’t do this, please” I whispered, and I let my wolf out.
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