Page 6 of Call Don't Fall

“I think it does, though. Wouldn’t all the factors that affect blood sugar be the henchmen?” I arched a brow.

Bane huffed, sounding more like his wolf than I’d ever heard him sound before. I missed the point, but that was the whole point: I could either be an excellent part of Chasten’s care team or I could be his true-mate. I wasn’t sure I could be both at the same time.

“You can,” Bane said, picking up on my thoughts over the pack link. “He’ll likely take information and instructions from you better than some stranger in the long run. Fate says you two decided to care if each other lived or died a long time ago.”

“His wolf bit me,” I said, smiling at the memory.

“In confusion,” Bane said. “Either way. You need to make up your mind. I’m going to peek in at my patient. What would you like me to tell him?”

Chapter Three

Chasten

An hour later, I sat outside on a bench nursing a sugarless coffee and listening to my wolf grumble about the weird dreams the sedation caused him to have. The furry guy wasn’t thrilled about being knocked out. I wasn’t thrilled about fainting in general, but he’d always had a bigger mouth than I did. He grumbled about having to bite some jackass who disappeared. I left it be. Who knew what he dreamt about while he was sedated? Not me. I was still ninety percent sure that I was abducted by aliens into a life that was eerily similar to mine.

Grina had left to take Treg home away from the hum and buzz of Mercy of Frost. She’d come back and get me once they were settled in. I huffed out a long breath wishing that I’d driven myself to the festival or at least brought along a book. There was a new Alesky Mink novel waiting on my nightstand for me to crack open.

“Won’t be reading that tonight,”my wolf chimes into my thoughts.

I was about to tell him to shut up because he thought too loudly and made my head hurt.

“Need a ride?”

It was Mr. Gruff again. At least this time I wasn’t tail ass naked under a flimsy cotton gown that made me look greener than the aliens that didn’t abduct me. I almost said no. I swear I did. Almost. I would’ve too but waiting patiently had never been my strong suit.

“Sure,” I sighed, shouldering my messenger bag and waiting for him to lead the way.

Kirk looked at me for a moment too long and I almost changed my mind. He still smelled like nothing but my wolf stopped muttering to himself when he was around. In fact, he was almost too content in the alpha nurse’s presence. He butted against my ribs and I took a deep breath to settle him down.

“Is your car here or were you offering a piggyback ride?” I asked, trying to break the tension squeezing my shoulders.

“Right. Wait here.”

Kirk disappeared around the corner, and I crossed my arms - finally could cross my arms without all the needles shoved into my veins like I was some alien science project. A second later a big truck pulled up. I’d never been that into cars or trucks or all the others in between. It might’ve been a Frost Growl 3.0 but then again that might’ve been the model of my toaster oven.

I started toward the truck as he pulled it to a stop, but he was out and opening the passenger side door before I made it there.

“Curb side service,” I teased, glancing up into the truck.

“Need a boost up?” he asked, gripping my hips and lifting me inside before I had the chance to answer him.

He was stronger than he looked and that was saying something because his arms pushed at the sleeves of his scrubs in a way that made me want to cop a feel. I gave myself a good mental shake as he shut the door and rounded to his side of the truck. What the heck was wrong with me? I had my heat shot last week. Had I hit my head when I passed out?

“No,”my wolf chimed into my thoughts.

“Then what? You? It’s not like you can smell some huge, hung wolf inside him,”I chided and fought off the urge to roll my eyes as Kirk climbed into the truck with me.

“It smells good in here,” I commented on the coconut scented air freshener bearing the aroma of its shape, hanging from the rearview mirror.

“Thanks,” he said, glancing at my chest and stomach.

I puffed up, trying to add some muscle volume to my lean frame.

“Seat belt?” he arched a brow and slid his gaze up to meet mine.

“Oh, yeah,” I blushed. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he shook his head. “It’s hard to keep things straight in times like this.”

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