Page 44 of Bear with Me

“Brock!” Slade yelled from the front.

“Back here,” he called back, rising and running to meet his brother. Slade dropped by Matheus as soon as he saw him in the hall.

“Jensen!” Slade yelled. “Matheus is down.”

“Fuck!” Jensen jogged toward them, visually assessing Brock before kneeling by Matheus.

“Jemma thinks they were both drugged. Needle marks on the neck.”

“I caught that,” Jensen agreed.

“Jensen, back here,” Jemma called.

Jensen’s gaze moved back to Brock.

“Caleb’s down. He’s bleeding badly,” Brock told him.

Jensen stood. “They’re unconscious but otherwise seem okay. I need to figure out what they were given before I can do anything to combat it. We need to get them to my clinic. Now.” He moved to where Jemma waited with Caleb. “Shit. Hold on. Who did this?”

“His father,” Jemma said, and Brock saw Jensen jerk with surprise. “Did you bring something to flush out the drugs so he can shift?”

“No. I need to stabilize him first anyway. His injuries are too severe. A shift at this point could kill him. As his biology shifts, the wounds will, as well, maybe shredding wider or deeper. There’s no telling. We need to get let him heal a bit before we do that,” Jensen warned.

“But his bear?” Jemma questioned.

“Is still there, still able to help him heal. Most likely, it already is. He can’t shift. That’s the only thing the drug prevents. I’d never lock a shifter completely away from their animal side,” Jensen vowed, then amended. “Except for Lawrence Walker. I gave him what he gave Xandra.”

“You think his wounds were worse than this?” Brock asked as he joined them.

“Looking at the amount of blood here? Probably,” Jensen confirmed as his hands moved over the wounds. Caleb’s eyes blinked back open. “Your father did this?”

“Yes.”

“You said he’s going after Walker,” Brock reminded. “Which one? Titus or Lawrence?”

“Both,” Caleb managed to answer as multiple roars filled the air. It sounded as if hell was breaking lose outside.

“Go,” Jensen ordered Brock. “See what’s going on.”

Brock glanced toward his mate, meeting her big, blue eyes.

“I need Jemma with me. I can’t check on all three of them by myself.”

“Go,” Jemma urged. “I’ll be with Jensen.”

“Brock!” Slade yelled.

“Stay safe, baby,” he told his mate, leaning in to kiss her.

“You, too,” she ordered as he stood and walked toward the front of the cabin.

Slade had moved Milo, so he lay next to Matheus in the hallway. His older brother was already on the porch, shifting. Brock joined him, letting the shift take him from man to bear again. He followed Slade toward the calls of the den, hearing Laramie’s alpha roar above all the others. It was a command. One both Slade and Brock followed, racing toward Laramie as fast as they could.

Chapter Nineteen

Jemma stayed at Caleb’s side, working side by side with Jensen to staunch the flow of blood. She could see Caleb’s bear healing him. His wounds looked better, and it made her wonder how close to death Caleb had actually been.

“His shoulder’s out of socket,” Jensen told her as he probed at the joint, pulling a groan from Caleb’s lips. “Sorry. This is going to hurt like a bitch, but it needs to be done before your bear tries to heal it the way it is.”

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