Page 9 of Call Don't Fall

I glanced down. He was hard too. I sniffed myself again. Kirk was hot. He was the sort of hot, educated, and employed that felt way out of this artist’s league. So, what about me set him off so much? I was cute, but not stalk and hope for a heat induced booty call cute.

“Alpha,”my wolf finally whimpered out the word.

“Yes. He’s an alpha wolf. I assume so anyway,”I nodded, silently speaking to him.

I wasn’t sure what the sedation had done to him or maybe the low blood sugar affected him more than it did me, but thepoor guy was out of sorts. I needed to get inside and let him out for a while safe from Boner McGruff and everyone else. Hell, maybe I wouldn’t even answer the phone if Treg or Grina called. I sent them both a text saying I had a ride home already. What more did I really need to tell them today?

“You alright?” Kirk asked, stepping off around the truck on my side.

“I need to sit down,” I sighed, feeling tired and frustrated suddenly.

“Let me help you inside, mate,” he whispered.

“Alpha,”my wolf whispered again, and the world went black.

Not a-fucking-gain.

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I came to but the world was still dark. A big hand was wrapped around mine, Kirk’s probably, but whoever it was still had no scent. Maybe the sedation stole my sense of smell. My wolf was out cold again, but it wasn’t the deep impossible to reach sleep like it was before. He was remembering in his dream.

I couldn’t recall passing out at the Fall Festival, but he could. Maybe, I went down before him or maybe he hadn’t passed out as thoroughly as I did. Either way, I was happy to fill in the gap in my memory. I stood there in front of the giant pumpkin that was about to become a lit-up jack o’ lantern and the world spun. I didn’t even see the eyes carved into the giant pumpkin’s flesh start to glow. The world spun and my stomach growled. Then I was gone. Treg screeched. For a big wolf, they were able to reach octaves known to just about break glass when they were upset. Grina and I always wore earplugs when we rode rollercoasters or visited theme parks with them. Grina barked. She literally barked in human form. It was enough to get the attention of the medics.

I shifted before they ever reached us. My wolf forced his way out, growling and snarling, ready to eat whoever touched us. Treg stepped in front of us, in a quick smooth motion. My wolf pushed them behind us. We’d fight them all. The medics kept their distance for a moment and then the shortest one with bright pink hair walked over and squatted down. My wolf growled and hit the ground a second later. He fainted too. Only it took longer for him to go down and he came back quicker.

He came to inside the hospital room with the CALL DON’T FALL sign. The world spun in circles and beeps as medical personnel flooded the room like we were about to code blue. Then there was Mr. Gruff -Kirk. He was there trying to squirt something inside our mouth. So, my wolf did the only logical thing he could. He bit the fucker – hard! His blood flooded onto our tongue, and he was ours! He was ours and everyone else was in the Frost damned way! I – my wolf – lunged to jump into his arms and that was when the doctor stabbed us in the ass. We missed the leap and landed with a thud on the bed. Kirk swore at Bane and the world went silent.

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“Frost damned sign is back,” I grumbled under my breath once I could open my eyes. “So are you.”

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck!

That’s what my wolf hadn’t told me yet!

“Alpha,”my wolf murmured reaching out to Kirk on a link that wasn’t there yet.

Our mating link wouldn’t be there until we exchanged claiming vows. My face flushed hot and red as I remembered what my inner beast tried to offer Kirk on the ride to my house earlier.

“How are you feeling, mate?” Kirk asked softly, giving my hand a gentle squeeze.

“Was it the blood sugar thing again?” I asked.

“Not this time. It’s still as balanced as when you first left. The consensus this time is that it was indeed the sedative and your wolf getting the better of you.”

“He does that a lot,” I laughed. “I’m the brawn and he’s the brains.”

“Awww… I think you’re both and he’s both,” Kirk said, and I melted a bit more than I wanted to inside a hospital room with all the beeping going on. Only one needle had been shoved into my arm this time and by the smell of the clear stuff dripping from the bag it was only saline.

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