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Channing pumped the brakes and spun the steering wheel in a sharp turn, sending everyone sliding to the right.

“Do you need help?” asked Tamaska.

“I’d say get the gun out of the glovebox and start shooting, but that’s probably not a good idea in the city after dark,” said Channing.

“Probably not.” She slammed into Kodiak during another sharp turn, then righted herself. She remembered the silver in her pocket. The chain was probably causing residual damage even as they rode in the van. She took out the chain.

“Hey, get that covered or something,” Roan, said wincing in pain as he turned to check on the injured in the way back.

“Sorry.” Tamaska opened a metal toolbox by her feet and tossed the silver chain inside before closing the lid.

“That’s better.” Roan handed her a wad of bandages. “For your arm. Press on them hard to stop the bleeding.”

She took the cloth and pressed it into her wound. She hated feeling so helpless.

Then Kodiak squeezed her hand. The world turned bright for her.

Maybe all she needed to do now was sit beside him and hope for the best—that every wolf would make it back alive.

CHAPTER 28

Tamaska

Pacing Kodiak’s room, she completed another lap, hand still pressing the now-bloodied cloth into her left bicep.

Roan inspected the cuts and abrasions on Kodiak’s body. Some of the smaller scratches had already healed. It amazed Tamaska how quickly the wolves could heal, especially since her wound had only just now stopped bleeding.

They’d made it back to the clubhouse without any more incidents. Now, they waited for the others to return. Tamaska couldn’t stand it. She wanted to have them all back, to know they were safe. Channing had taken his post at security, along with the others Roan had finished patching up.

“I should be out there helping,” she said. She wanted to be here, too, watching over Kodiak, but the guilt of getting them into all this trouble ate at her and if Kodiak was going to be fine then that’s where she should be, helping.

But Roan shook his head. “You need to be in here.”

Panic flared up and she grabbed Roan.

“Will he be all right?” asked Tamaska. He was weak, and it hurt to see him like that, but if something horrible was wrong, then—

“I just need rest,” said Kodiak as he waved a hand in the air, looking pale and ashen. The remainder of his wounds, though fading worried her.

“Are you sure? He—”

“A lot of rest, Tamaska” said Roan, standing. “And some tablets to help.”

Roan rummaged around in his bag, then handed some white pills to Kodiak.

“Do I have to?” asked Kodiak. He glared at the pills like they were the cause of all his problems.

“You’re lucky, Kodiak. No one else in the pack could withstood the pain of silver, and you did. But you’re going to pay for it.”

“How much?” He accepted the tablets, then swallowed them. He grimaced.

“Not money. I’m putting you on bedrest indefinitely, for a start,” said Roan. “So rest.”

“I can’t do that.” Kodiak shifted on the bed, aiming to get up, but his body protested. He groaned in pain before flopping back onto the mattress. “You can’t do that.”

“I can and you don’t have a choice. If you don’t take it easy, you’ll make things worse in the long run. You’ll stay weak, and you know that’ll threaten your position as alpha.”

“But he’ll get better if he rests?” asked Tamaska suddenly anxious.

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