So obviously, he hadn’t left me where I could hear the wolves.
I listened anyway.
A few tense minutes passed.
Then a few more.
When I heard a large tree branch snap in the distance, my eyes widened.
Was the rabid coming? Was Enzo on his way back?
More snapping branches followed.
Someone was barreling through the trees. Moving fast.
My wolf listened closer.
Only two feet.
Moving too fast to be human.
It had to be a massive werewolf, because they sounded heavy.
Maybe it was Enzo, but it didn’t make sense for him to be coming at me that fast on two feet.
I rolled my window up and climbed quickly into the driver’s seat, putting the truck in drive. If it wasn’t someone I recognized, I was hauling ass out of there before anything bad could happen. I was still a female wolf. People could still want to?—
A man burst into the clearing. I vaguely recognized him from the pack, but didn’t try to place him.
Because there was a woman in his arms. Her body hung limp, her light skin pale and speckled with blood.
I threw the truck in park again and climbed into the backseat. I had no idea how to get to the Lodge, so the guy was going to have to drive.
He saw me in the back and ripped the door open, setting the woman in my arms. “Hold her tight and try to put pressure on her chest. We need to get to the hospital.”
His voice was grim.
There was wet, shiny blood on his hands, and all over his bare chest. The scent of it was so thick, it turned my stomach.
I looked down at her abdomen and nearly choked.
Peeking out below the shirt he had balled over her chest, I could see the tops of four thick wounds.
Claw marks.
Slashes.
Deep ones.
The guy was in the driver’s seat, taking us in a quick U-turn, a moment later.
I pressed down hard, but I could see how shallow her breathing was. She had to be unconscious. She had to be barely?—
“I’m going to die,” she rasped, her eyes opening as she stared vacantly at the ceiling.
Shewasgoing to die.
I could almost smell the death on her skin.