Protect Mine (Becoming the Wolf Book 3) by Joyce T. S

Author:Joyce, T. S. [Joyce, T. S.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Wicked Willow Press
Published: 2020-04-15T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Wolf jolted awake with the smell of something awful and strong in his nose. Heavy pressure pinned him against a hard, rough surface, and before he could register sight or smell, he lunged, raking sharp teeth across the culprit’s neck. A yelp and long whine sounded as the weight disappeared off him. And then he smelled her. Morgan.

Grey blinked unfocused eyes as the pain consumed him. It burned him up from the inside out. He roared, scrabbling to get upright and out of such a defenseless position. Someone was trying to soothe him, which only pissed him off more.

He would kill everything.

Twisting his body, he fell off the table hard enough to puff the sawdust beneath him into the air. A warning snarl ripped through him, and he pulled his lips back over bared teeth. His focus landed on a light spot in the corner. A white wolf was cowering there, shaking. A red stain spread across her throat. He tried to right himself to make his way to her but only got halfway when his leg gave out from under him. He lay still and whined, trying to get her to come closer. He had hurt her, and even through the haze of pain, was desperate for forgiveness.

Tail tucked under her hunched body, weaving back and forth, she approached. He whined again, and she rushed over to him on her belly, then licked his face. He tried to nose the wound on her neck, but the pain kept him from focusing long enough.

“Grey,” Wade said, kneeling close. “You have to Change before you pass out again. I have to work on your injuries, but I can’t do it when you are Wolf. I could miss something.”

Morgan lay beside him, whining. He understood what had Wade said, but adding the pain of the Change on top of what he was already feeling had his mind skittering away from the idea.

“She needs you, Grey. Morgan and Lana and Marissa, they all need you. You have to Change,” Wade encouraged him.

He began to Change, pushing it quickly. His roar turned into the agonized scream of a man. The edges of his vision blurred and collapsed until the thick, black folds of unconsciousness relieved him.

As much as he fought to wake up, he was only able to do so in short spurts. He would open his eyes to the pain—always the pain. Morgan was there as an anchor to focus on. Her soft fur, always reassuring under his fingertips. Her eyes so full of worry as Wade and Marissa worked over him. The red on the matted fur of her neck. Her scent, just strong enough to hold him for a few seconds before his eyes grew too heavy to keep open anymore. There was only time to worry about her injured throat for a second before the darkness dragged him back under, again and again.

When at last consciousness washed over him and held, he stared in confusion at the slowly spinning ceiling fan above him.

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