somewhere
between the truck and the house last night. You stay safe until we come for
you.”
“I will. I love you.” She hung up the phone before he could answer
and went to find some clothes. She needed to make sure Wendy didn’t hurt her
boys and then go make sure Mike was going to be okay.
She wasn’t sure when everything had just gone to hell, but
it was time to get things back on track. Starting with finding out who had done
this horrible thing.
Then she’d take a long cleansing bath and figure out what to
do.
Chapter Nine
Mike was being pretty decent to her, considering that a big
chunk of one of his arms was gone, and he had a bad bite to his right shoulder.
She’d brought coffee and strudel from Erhard’s, built a cone of energy around
him, placed sage and some wolfsbane around the edges of the room, and fluffed
his pillows before settling down in the chair beside him.
“What the hell happened, Mike?”
“After watching all that, I have the feeling you might know
more than I do, honey.” God, I was just heading to the damn convenience store,
you know? And this wild dog jumped on me.” His blue eyes were almost
unnaturally bright, the pallor of his face making them seem to glow. “I’m going
to end up getting rabies shots, I just know it.”
“Maybe they’ll find them.” Steph wasn’t sure there was a
vaccine for what Mike was carrying. Biting random humans was like a felony
offense in the werewolf world, as far as she understood. The pack wouldn’t let
you stay, at least that’s what Shaw had said. Jordan’s derisive snort had said
more than words about how Shaw was trying to protect her.
If her boys had done this, the pack would kill them.
“What them?” Mike shook his head, wiped his sweating
forehead with his uninjured hand. “I wish there had been a pack of them, at
least then I wouldn’t feel like the world’s biggest dipshit. I mean, hell,
honey, I almost got eaten by a dog.”
“Oh.” She managed to swallow back the immediate “thank the
Lady”, because there was no way it could be her boys. No way at all. They were
a pair. Where one was, the other shadowed.
She’d believed that her boys were innocent, now she knew.
“Steph, can you call the nurse, please? I don’t feel well.”
“Sure. Sure, Mike. I’m going to get one on the way out. You
look like you need rest.” And she needed to figure out what happened, see how
she could help her men.
“Thanks. Thanks for the snack too.”
“You’re more than welcome.” Although she was afraid rare
steak would probably help more than apples and brown sugar.
Steph headed to the nurses’ station, skin goose-pimpling up.
Goddess, she felt as if she was being watched. Hunted , a tiny voice deep
in her lizard brain whispered.
“Uh. I’m sorry. Mr. McAllen in room 310? He’s not feeling
well and asked me to…”
The feeling got worse and she spun around, searching for
some reason she felt so nervous.
“Ma’am?”
“Sorry. He needs help. I’m on my way out.” Because if there
was someone, or something, hunting her, she had to get away from all these
injured people, all the machinery and worry and pain that got in the way of her
abilities.
She didn’t even wait for the nurse to answer, she just
headed for the elevator bay, punched down and started pacing.
Craziness.
This was all craziness.
Steph managed not to run until she hit the parking lot, and
then she sprinted to her car and started driving. She headed out of town,
first, zipping down the highway before taking an off-ramp, retracing her steps.
That feeling of being watched was gone, the tension around
her shoulders eased, even when she stopped for gas. Maybe it had just been the
pressure of the hospital. So many hurting and scared people there. So much
birth and death all mashed up together.
By the time she was back in her part of town, she felt
comfortable enough to head to the path where Mike had been attacked. He’d been
going to buy some
between the truck and the house last night. You stay safe until we come for
you.”
“I will. I love you.” She hung up the phone before he could answer
and went to find some clothes. She needed to make sure Wendy didn’t hurt her
boys and then go make sure Mike was going to be okay.
She wasn’t sure when everything had just gone to hell, but
it was time to get things back on track. Starting with finding out who had done
this horrible thing.
Then she’d take a long cleansing bath and figure out what to
do.
Chapter Nine
Mike was being pretty decent to her, considering that a big
chunk of one of his arms was gone, and he had a bad bite to his right shoulder.
She’d brought coffee and strudel from Erhard’s, built a cone of energy around
him, placed sage and some wolfsbane around the edges of the room, and fluffed
his pillows before settling down in the chair beside him.
“What the hell happened, Mike?”
“After watching all that, I have the feeling you might know
more than I do, honey.” God, I was just heading to the damn convenience store,
you know? And this wild dog jumped on me.” His blue eyes were almost
unnaturally bright, the pallor of his face making them seem to glow. “I’m going
to end up getting rabies shots, I just know it.”
“Maybe they’ll find them.” Steph wasn’t sure there was a
vaccine for what Mike was carrying. Biting random humans was like a felony
offense in the werewolf world, as far as she understood. The pack wouldn’t let
you stay, at least that’s what Shaw had said. Jordan’s derisive snort had said
more than words about how Shaw was trying to protect her.
If her boys had done this, the pack would kill them.
“What them?” Mike shook his head, wiped his sweating
forehead with his uninjured hand. “I wish there had been a pack of them, at
least then I wouldn’t feel like the world’s biggest dipshit. I mean, hell,
honey, I almost got eaten by a dog.”
“Oh.” She managed to swallow back the immediate “thank the
Lady”, because there was no way it could be her boys. No way at all. They were
a pair. Where one was, the other shadowed.
She’d believed that her boys were innocent, now she knew.
“Steph, can you call the nurse, please? I don’t feel well.”
“Sure. Sure, Mike. I’m going to get one on the way out. You
look like you need rest.” And she needed to figure out what happened, see how
she could help her men.
“Thanks. Thanks for the snack too.”
“You’re more than welcome.” Although she was afraid rare
steak would probably help more than apples and brown sugar.
Steph headed to the nurses’ station, skin goose-pimpling up.
Goddess, she felt as if she was being watched. Hunted , a tiny voice deep
in her lizard brain whispered.
“Uh. I’m sorry. Mr. McAllen in room 310? He’s not feeling
well and asked me to…”
The feeling got worse and she spun around, searching for
some reason she felt so nervous.
“Ma’am?”
“Sorry. He needs help. I’m on my way out.” Because if there
was someone, or something, hunting her, she had to get away from all these
injured people, all the machinery and worry and pain that got in the way of her
abilities.
She didn’t even wait for the nurse to answer, she just
headed for the elevator bay, punched down and started pacing.
Craziness.
This was all craziness.
Steph managed not to run until she hit the parking lot, and
then she sprinted to her car and started driving. She headed out of town,
first, zipping down the highway before taking an off-ramp, retracing her steps.
That feeling of being watched was gone, the tension around
her shoulders eased, even when she stopped for gas. Maybe it had just been the
pressure of the hospital. So many hurting and scared people there. So much
birth and death all mashed up together.
By the time she was back in her part of town, she felt
comfortable enough to head to the path where Mike had been attacked. He’d been
going to buy some
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