Page 89 of Drive me Wild (South Island Shifters)

She glances over my shoulder, nodding towards her colleague, who does just what I asked while Autumn focuses on me. “Tell me you are going to tell me everything that has happened.”

“Maybe not everything, but I’ll try just, please help him.”

“Autumn, I’m getting the guy in the ambulance. He’s severely dehydrated and needs to go to the hospital right away.”

“Go, I’ll follow shortly with Winter,” she replies.

“I don’t need to go,” I say.

She looks at me with arched eyebrows. “You’re going, and that is final.”

“She’s just as stubborn as you are.” Zane laughs. I turn to find him washing down his wounds from the chains.

“Fine, I’ll go,” I say.

“Good to know you can follow instructions when needed,” Zane says.

“I am sorry,” I tell him.

“You owe me,” Zane says. I do indeed. I steal a glance at Brendan, who is watching me like a hawk.

‘Good job Luna. I will never doubt your skills again.’he projects into my head.

‘Without you, we wouldn’t be back. Thank you,’I reply as I walk with Autumn out to the ambulance.

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DECLAN

“Get me the fuck out of here!” I demand of Zane as he enters the cubicle I’m in at the emergency department of Dunstan Hospital.

The team have bandaged my wrists and ankles, now all I want is to go home even though I can still feel whatever shit Scarlett pumped through me still coursing through my veins. I hate it.

“Why do you think I’m here?” he asks, throwing me a grin. “We now get to go spring your lovely fiancée, as I told everyone.”

“You seem a little pissed off with her,” I say.

“I am extremely pissed off with her. She’s incapable of following instructions,” he says.

I chuckle. “You’re just learning this now?”

“Shut it!”

“Honestly, bro, I’m glad she can’t; otherwise, I’m pretty sure we would all be dead.”

I throw my legs off the bed and stand. My wounds have been cleaned and dressed. Now my entire body needs the same treatment.

We exit my room, and Zane shows me down the hall. “Knock, knock,” he says.

“Come in,” Winter replies.

We open the curtain to her cubicle to find her receiving the paperwork for her discharge and a prescription for pain relief. She won’t need it for long. Her wounds will heal quickly now that she is a shifter.

I’m not surprised to see Autumn sitting with Winter at all. Her face is similarly shaped to her sister’s, but she has vibrant green eyes and long dark brown hair with strands of bright pink running through it.

“Hi, you must be Autumn. I’m sorry I didn’t get to meet you sooner,” I say, offering my hand to her.

She frowns at me but offers her hand anyway. “A pleasure.”

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