Page 13 of Wolf Targeted
I stumble to the side holding my head, and McKenna wraps an arm around me to lead me to the front of the storage room.
She guides me to a chair and sits me down.
My eyes droop, and I blink away the sudden sleepiness.
“I’m okay, I think,” I say as my eyes roll back in my head and I slump into the chair.
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“Alpha, watch out,” McKenna screams.
A crash sounds in the storeroom.
What the hell is going on? I’m upstairs, but my oversensitive hearing picks up everything.
I need to leave for this meeting, but the panicked scream has all my senses on high alert.
Is something wrong with Jara? Why is McKenna screaming like that? What was that crash?
I race down the stairs to the main floor of the pack house, cross into the kitchen, and hurry down the steep steps into the storeroom.
McKenna stands over a slumped Jara, and the scent of my mate’s blood wafts in the air.
Her skin is pale, and blood drips down her neck in a steady stream. Is she dead? No. She can’t be dead. Who the fuck did this to her?
Do we have someone else out to kill my mate? My body count and list of enemies are longer than ever before.
“What happened?” I stomp over to her and slide McKenna out of the way with a growl.
“A shelf fell on her, then she hit her head on the ground.” McKenna steps back rubbing her arms.
“Jara.” I tap her shoulders gently.
My wolf snarls in my mind. He thrashes in my chest, ready to jump from my skin to defend my mate. My hands shake with his rage, but I keep him locked down.
“Archer,” Jara mumbles.
She holds a hand to her head as she sits up.
I lift her into my arms and climb up the stairs. I don’t have time for this. I can’t be late for my meeting with Bill.
She has a small head injury—nothing she won’t heal from—but still I open the front door.
Patrick stands on the other side, his hand poised to knock.
He gasps. “What happened?”
I brush past him, race through the center of town to the healer’s cabin, and bang on the door.
Mary opens the door with a scowl. “Do you have to scare the life out of me every time you knock on my door?”
“She has a head injury.” I glance pointedly at my mate, and the healer waves me inside the cozy cabin. Patrick follows closely behind.
“What happened?” Mary asks.
“A shelf in the storeroom fell on her and she hit her head on the ground.” I lay her on the table.
