Page 46 of Remy & the Wildcat

His brain latched onto that one word: may.

“May?”

“I just don’t know, honey,” she said. “But we’ll try. You need to trust us.”

“I do, I swear. Just save her. Please.”

Promise stood. “The pain will probably make her shift to human, which will start the healing process for her. She has to stay human for at least three hours.”

“Make that four, she’s really injured,” Reika said as she joined her daughter.

“I’ll make sure she stays human,” Remy said.

They stepped into the house and emerged a few minutes later in their wolf forms, their fur so black it was nearly blue.

He moved far enough away to give them room. They murmured at each other, and each took a position on either side of Thyme. With low snarls, they ground their teeth together and he could see the venom as it seeped from their gums. They each licked the claws of one paw, placing the venom on the sharp tips.

At once they both flexed their venom-covered claws into the biggest wound on her side where the bullets had torn through her, and then they bit her, sinking their teeth into her flesh. Reika bit the upper part of her foreleg and Promise bit the back of her neck. They growled together, their claws flexing into the blood-soaked wounds.

Nothing happened.

Thyme didn’t even twitch.

Reika and Promise released their holds on her and sat on their haunches with identical whines.

He wanted to ask what was going on. He wanted to beg that they bite her again and again, however much venom it took to bring her back.

Rubbing the space over his heart, he concentrated on the connection between them as mates.

“Give me your hand, honey.”

A soothing voice broke through his grief and he realized it was Jenna, a fairy from his family’s pack. He blinked at her, thinking he was hallucinating, but then he saw his parents and Jenna’s mate, Logan.

“What are you doing here? How?”

“Reika called your parents,” Jenna said. “And they called us. Now hurry, you don’t have much time.”

He offered his hand to her and she twisted his wrist so his palm was facing up. Then she stabbed him in the center of his palm with a thin blade, deep enough to scrape against the bone. He stared mutely as she lifted Thyme’s paw and cut through the center pad. She sprinkled something sparkly like fine glitter into the wounds and pressed them together, and then she spoke some words in a language he didn’t know. His hand began to burn and a golden glow emanated from where Jenna held his hand and her paw tightly together. He felt something stir within him, a strange ache that spread throughout his whole body. Everything burned, everything was white hot like his veins were filled with molten metal.

And then Jenna released them and Thyme suddenly shifted back to human. Her stomach was torn up from the bullets, but he watched the wounds heal before his eyes. He could see the venom mixed with blood that literally seemed to sew up her flesh like tiny little needles.

Thyme screamed in agony.

Remy leaned over and caught her gaze, holding her head between his hands. “Baby, stay human. Don’t shift. You were nearly dead and my friends came to help heal you. You have to stay human for four hours or the healing won’t work. You were shot. Sweetheart, please, stay human.”

She opened her eyes and they were bright red and amber mixed together, her wildcat’s coloring and his wolf’s. He could feel her anguish through their connection, but the only thing he cared about was that she was alive. Tears blurred his vision and a few dropped onto her cheeks before he could stop them. He brushed them gently away.

“Brilla.” Her voice was a whisper through clenched teeth.

He sniffled and leaned a little closer. “She did this?”

Thyme whimpered and nodded.

“Was Leif there?”

Another nod.

“Did either of them shoot you?”

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