Page 47 of Cold Foot Komodo

“What happened?” she demanded.

“Where can I put him?” Reed asked, his voice sounding too thick. There was a long hiss at the end, and when he looked at her, his lighter-colored eye was so light, it looked like it had no color at all.

“The bed.” She could see the blood dripping from King’s fingertips as Reed dragged him down the hall. “Is he bit?”

“Yes.”

“By you?”

“Yes.”

Shhhit. She had a good medical kit somewhere in one of the boxes. Which one had she packed it into? She slashed the knife down the tape of the three near the kitchen and rifled through them as fast as she could.

“Grab a towel from the bathroom and put pressure on it to stop the bleeding!” she called.

“The others are right behind me.”

“Are they going to be fighting you?”

“Probably.”

She rifled through the next box desperately, shaking her head. King had been bleeding all the way down the mountain roads. That was perhaps half an hour. And with Reed’s venom in him? There!

At the bottom of this box was the huge red medical kit she’d packed in her old life.

She snatched it up and bolted for the bedroom. Reed had pulled King’s shirt off, and she got her first look at a Komodo shifter bite, andoh…my…God.

His flesh had been ripped from his outer shoulder to the other side of his chest. “Angle him, let me see his back.” Reed pushed him up, and sure enough, the teeth had ripped the same shape across the entire span of his enormous back.

“Was he Changed when you bit him?” she asked, dipping into her nurse’s voice while her mind raced with what she needed to do.

“Yes.”

“What the hell happened, Reed?” she demanded.

He shook his head and backed toward the wall. “I lost it. He was losing it back and he Changed, and then my animal…”

She poured alcohol straight onto King’s wounds. “Did he lose consciousness immediately?”

“No. He passed out three minutes after the bite, maybe.”

“You’ve seen this before?”

“Yes.”

“How long does he have?”

Reed shook his head again, just staring at King.

“How long?” she asked more firmly.

“I don’t know. I’ve only bitten other Komodos. They have armor and are resistant.”

There was a commotion in the living room, and then Wreck was yelling in the hallway. “She’s working on him! You’ll stay out. That’s an order!”

Chills rippled up the back of Sasha’s spine at the grit in the Alpha’s tone.

“What do you need?” Wreck asked from the doorway.

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