Page 26 of Fated to the Wolf Cowboy
Her laughter filled the whole room.
“Yeah, I’m well aware of that. How about we get out of here and I’ll give you the grand Collier tour.”
“Why are you being nice to me?”
No one was nice for the sake of being nice. Even family or Pack would just as soon stab you in the back. She had to want something from me. I just couldn’t wrap my mind around what that could be.
Lily shrugged. “I like to think I’m a damn good judge of character. Why don’t we get you out of here.”
I nodded. “I’d like that.”
True to her word she did, too. In a matter of minutes she had Sam and the nurses in there disconnecting me from machines and discharging me from his care.
“Take it easy, Tricia. Please. I know you’re in a hurry to get out of our territory, but your wolf was very distressed when you arrived here. Give her some time before you push it again.”
I sighed but nodded. “Thanks, Sam. I’ll consider that.”
As I followed Lily out of the clinic, the strangest thing happened. I was only halfway down the hallway and my wolf aggressively lurched forward trying to take control. I’d never felt her that agitated before. And when I didn’t cave and let her get the upper hand, she whimpered in my head. It didn’t feel like danger or that she was scared of anything. This was an entirely new sensation I’d never experienced before.
A wolf howled from just beyond the door I’d stopped at. It made the hair on my arms stand up and I had the oddest desire to open the door and help that poor wolf. He clearly sounded like he was in a great deal of pain.
“Just down the hall and to the right,” Sam said from behind me.
I forced my legs to keep moving, even though what I wanted to do was go inside and see what was happening.
I didn’t know how long I’d been here or what sort of drugs he’d given me. Was it possible they were experimenting on shifters like the Raglan?
The thought almost made me laugh. Was I really becoming that paranoid?
Yup. That’s what being the prey of trackers did to a gal.
Question everything and trust no one.
Brady
Chapter 8
My wolf howled in pain as Sam reset my ribs.
Despite the agony I was in, my wolf was on edge in a different way. It didn’t feel like it had anything to do with being injured. Something was off. Maybe it was because we were away from Clementine, but he seemed even more aggressive all of a sudden.
The pain was excruciating as the bones locked back into place. I laid there whimpering in the aftermath. The only relief came from a heavy dose of her scent. It had to be my imagination, but it helped beyond comprehension and I appreciated that.
“Rest, Brady,” Sam finally said. “Rest and heal.”
That was easier said than done when my life was in turmoil. I needed to get back to my mate. What if Wyatt’s dumbass actually took her out for a ride? No one’s riding Clementine except me.
My wolf didn’t seem as irritated at the thought as I was. Shouldn’t he be just as pissed?
I was so confused.
Mostly I thought it would be best if I just packed up and left. I didn’t need this bullshit.
Mating sucks ass!
Even left alone in the small clinic room, I couldn’t sleep. My body was exhausted and healing, but I was not resting. Ifanything, I was growing more and more agitated the longer I laid there stuck in my wolf form when I should have been out there protecting Clementine.
Every time I thought about Wyatt on top of Clementine, I saw red and I was stuck laying there stewing in my own madness. This was insane.
