Wounded: Book 8 (A Rylee Adamson Novel) by Shannon Mayer

Author:Shannon Mayer [Mayer, Shannon]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Tags: dpgroup.org, IDS@DPG
Publisher: Hijinks Ink Publishing
Published: 2014-09-09T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

AT SOME POINT, the darkness began to fade and he knew he wasn’t going to die. He lay on the cold, bare ground, the sharp winter wind coursing through the night air, ruffling his fur. But he could feel the discomfort, and that meant he was alive. Hands wrapped around him, the scent of a woman filling his nose. He recognized her and the wolf in him identified the pack bond between them.

Voices floated in his ears and around his head.

“You can’t move him until I finish the healing. It was started, but there was too much hate in the one who did the healing. Too much anger.”

His wolf took another deep breath, scenting the two women who were arguing. Neither was his mate, both were shamans. A growl slipped past his lips and the hands on him increased in pressure in response.

“Be still, Liam. I can heal you, but this will take time.”

That was Louisa, her name floated to the front of his brain. Louisa was in New Mexico … he forced one eyelid up. It was like trying to lift a truck with one finger, but he managed.

The movement around him was a blur of bodies and faces. He caught sight and scent of a few he knew. But not Rylee.

He tried to whisper her name, forgetting he was still in wolf form.

“It’s okay, baby, I’m here.”

He rolled his one eye to see a panel of long dark hair swing down and brush his face. Her hand reached out to take something from under him. The copper knife that had caused him so much pain, that had almost killed him.

Something he didn’t want anyone else to have.

Snarling, he drove her back, his body barely able to lurch forward. She squealed and dropped the copper knife. The scent of burnt wood curled around him and then Blaz’s voice was there.

Get away from him, bitch. You are not his mate.

The woman backed away, her teeth bared at them both. “He is mine. He just doesn’t know it yet.” Liam struggled to understand how she had gotten here. Wasn’t she supposed to be in London? Not on the cold dirt outside of Louisa’s house.

With Blaz beside him, he lowered back to the ground. Louisa moved to his head.

“This may hurt, Liam. Try not to bite me, I like not being hairy.” Her hands smoothed along his jaw, down his neck and settled over the wound in his chest.

Pain was not the word, nor was agony. It felt as though the copper knife was being dug into the wound while on fire; acid burning his flesh couldn’t have hurt as badly.

A howl ripped out of him, but he kept his mouth away from Louisa. She would heal him; she had to.

Otherwise, how could he die for Rylee?

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