Page 20 of Winning the Wolf

His breathing was heavy, his chest heaving. “Because she’s my mother, too, but she refused to tell anyone, rejecting me by sending me to another pack to be their beta. I’m the rightful heir.”

A snap of a twig outside made him look up, his expression flaring into fury. He sniffed the air just as a waft of Killick’s scent came through the smashed front door.

“I’m the rightful heir.”

Reversing off me, Jeremy growled as he morphed into his wolf form and searched for another exit. The only way out was a window above my bed.

Killick’s growl echoed as he entered my home, his paws padding the lino floor before he spotted our enemy.

Jeremy turned and hauled himself towards the window, crashing through it loudly. I covered my head as the bursting sound of glass vibrated in my ears. Once everything had settled, I glanced around, blinking to try and see Killick. Liquid covered my eyes, making my vision blurry.

It was silent in the room, a clear indication that Killick had gone after Jeremy. Fuck, I should’ve been helping him.

Wiping my eyes with my sleeve, I cleared my vision and tried to pull myself up, groaning when my throbbing wounds tugged painfully, not healing like they usually would. I managed to get into a seated position and lean against the wall, puffing at the effort to move my punctured legs.

“Fucking bastard,” I squeezed through my clenched teeth as I inspected my black silk PJ bottoms. They were completely shredded with blood seeping from the torn material. The gaping gashes oozed, the red liquid making me light-headed. If I didn’t get my wounds sewn up soon, I would bleed out.

The sound of a footstep crunching on glass made me gasp and grab up the nearest object, which happened to be a solid wooden memory box. I would use it to defend myself from whoever approached.

My heart pounded in my chest as Killick came through the front door, swearing as blood spurted from his bare sole.

“Are you okay?”

He ignored his wound and came straight to me, crouching to inspect my legs. I had to avert my gaze, too embarrassed to tell him that his manhood was hanging unashamedly.

“Did you catch Jeremy?” I asked, looking at his face for any sign of blood on his mouth.

In wolf form, Killick would’ve bested the weaker man and ripped his throat out but his face was clear of any debris.

“No, he got away.”

Frowning, I looked down at my legs, hissing when he pressed a hand hard on my thigh. “How?”

Dismissing my question with a wave, Killick lifted the shredded remains of my PJ bottoms and inspected my wounds even more intently. “Why are you not healing?”

I reached out to touch one particularly deep gash, gasping when Killick gripped my hands and turned them palm up. “Silver.”

Nodding, I tried to swallow the pain down, but as my adrenaline slumped, the impact of what had just happened hit me. Tears slipped into my eyes and trickled down my cheeks, no doubt mixing with the blood I’d smeared on my face.

“Fucking shithead.” Getting to his feet, he searched the living area.

If a human could see a naked man, amongst destruction, taking down the curtain ties, they’d wonder what the fuck was going on. Being a werewolf, I was used to seeing the male anatomy all hang out. Although, his tight arse clenching caught my attention as he reached up to do something – I was too distracted to notice what. He really was a fine specimen of wolf, I couldn’t deny it.

“We need a tourniquet and Caleb.”

“Caleb?” I blurted. “Whatever for?”

A sob rasped in my chest as the enormity of events hit me again and panic rose in my chest. Killick was by my side in seconds, falling on his knees as he fastened the red rope ties around my thighs.

“I can think of better things to do with those.” My laugh ended in a hiccup, erupting loudly as the pinch of rope shocked me.

Killick looked at me, his gaze narrowing on mine. The heat that blasted between us was soon melted by my tears.

“Caleb is good with a needle,” Killick said, getting up to retrieve my phone.

Without asking my permission, he dialled his friend and requested that he hurry over with his first aid kit and some clothes.

I sucked in a breath to try and quell my pathetic bawling. Killick came over and looked at my wounds again, humming as the bleeding slowly eased. His trick with the ropes had worked, thank the wolf spirit.

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