Chasing a Wolf: Moonbound Series, Book Four by Krystal Shannan, Camryn Rhys

hugged her to his chest and held her there as long as he dared. His arm was bleeding and throbbing and he needed to get himself and Maggie to a hospital. “But it was not you who killed him. It was the bastard.”
    “Maggie,” Alex whispered, getting close to the long, graceful snout of her wolf. “Maggie, can you hear me?”
    The wolf whimpered and flicked out her tongue.
    “I need you to shift back so we can take you to the hospital.” He whipped his head around. “Tomás, get me that blanket. Let’s cover her up so she can shift.”
    “She’s too injured,” Tomás argued, holding Lani close. “We need to wait and let her wolf heal her. Besides, how will we ever get her past the front desk? Let alone whatever security is there?”
    “You’re right. Dammit, you’re right.” Alex slid his hand along Maggie’s cinnamon-colored fur, avoiding the gaping wound on her neck.
    A shimmer of magick sounded through the room and they all looked around to see the source. But before they could quite place what’d happened, a flash of naked skin moved across Tomás’ peripheral vision. He looked up from Maggie at the wail of Lani’s mother.
    Over near the other corner of the room, the elevator door opened and Adrian stood in front of it with his hand on a big white pad that lit on the wall. He was naked and bloody, with holes in his body, and he sagged against the door, but in his other hand, he had Lani’s mother.
    “Mama!” Lani screamed.
    Tomás lunged toward the elevator, but before he could reach into the door, it had closed, with Adrian and his captive inside. He stood, panting, in front of the silver door.
    “No!” Lani’s wail tore through him like a machete. She scrambled across the floor and clawed at the elevator door beside him.
    Tomás pounded on it and yelled, but nothing would make it open.
    The door was smooth and held together despite their efforts.
    “What the hell?” Alex’s voice, full of incredulity, was low and dark. Angry. He came to stand on Tomás’ other side.
    Lani sank to her knees, pounding one last time on the door. “No,” she cried. “No, no. Please. No.”
    Tomás knelt, pulling her against him so she could pound on his chest instead. Better anger at him than at herself. He could handle it.
    “How in the hell did that happen?” Alex fixed his eyes on the floor. “I shot him… so many times. How did he survive?”
    “He has my mother. We have to go after him.” She pulled back and pinned Tomás with angry eyes. “We can’t leave her with him.”
    “We won’t.” He glanced over at Maggie, who was trying to stand. He nodded at Alex. “Help her. We should get out of here.”
    “We can’t leave like this.” Alex gestured at Tomás. “You’re covered in blood. Lani’s covered in blood. We’ve all been injured. He may not have wolves for his security, so who knows if they know his secret—and he sure doesn’t have cameras in here—but how are we going to explain the dead security guards?”
    Tomás shook his head. He couldn’t take it all in. Everything had happened so fast, and Lani was practically in shreds. They had to find a way to get out of that room and get Maggie to a hospital.
    He sighed and leaned against the door, taking his sobbing mate with him. His eyes landed on Zolin. The large warrior lay sprawled in his own blood, his gaze wide and angry and fixed on some point far away, where it would never land. Maggie was practically at death’s door. Tomás and Lani had both been injured, and for what? To capture Adrian?
    The ball of rage that bubbled inside him was so hot and grew so fast, it threatened to overtake him. But suddenly, he felt a small press of comfort oozing through him. Lani.
    She was trying to send emotions to him.
    His arm itched and throbbed as it healed, and he tried to wrap it around her. It wasn’t quite so useless as it had been. Pictures flooded his mind—the flashes of what had just happened in this room. The one thing he had