where their mate stood. They saw a large blond man weave into the fight, and they were too far to help when she saw him strike Darien between the shoulders with the knife.
Digging her paws into the ground she increased her speed, hoping to reach them before the man could strike again. Then she saw the man shift and she changed her course.
She flanked right while Teagan flanked left, both of them racing to their mate. She knew whoever got there first was going to kill the Rogue. She did, judging the distance she launched with her strong back legs onto the back of the Rogue, just as her mate fell and passed out. She could feel his heartbeat through their connection, though it was weak.
Cloe ripped her teeth in the Rogues neck and held on as the wolf tried to shake her off.
Teagan arrived and tore into his back hip, and together they took the Rogue down.
Teagan paused long enough to lick his mate"s snout, before turning and picking another wolf to attack. As the battle raged around them, Cloe shifted and leaned over her mate.
She looked at the wound and grimaced when she saw it was not healing. That could only mean one thing; the knife had been laced with silver.
She screamed for help, as she drug her mate out of the fight. Pulling the heavy wolf used all of her strength. More men came out of the tree line carrying the small first aid kits that she had put together. She needed something to flush the silver out of the wound, Cloe called for the closest wolf to bring her a kit.
The noises around her ceased to be as loud and she glanced up to see the Rogues were retreating. One man stood and stared at her intently in the back by a shelter they had erected. She frowned and stood, not breaking eye contact. The man smirked and tipped his head admitting that they had won this round. The air shimmered around him; he shifted into a wolf and howled for his Pack to follow.
None of the Denver Pack or her Pack followed. They howled in victory and then shifted quickly finding the wounded and began carrying them toward town. Teagan came to her side as she bent back over Darien and used the bottle of saline she had in her hand to flush the wound. She could tell it helped a little, but the knife had gone in too deep.
Darien was going to have to fight the silver poisoning.
“You dumb shit.” She whispered into the wolf"s ear.
Teagan called for help as he lifted Darien"s head. Cloe stood to the side when Quin and Jaden both came to help. They looked at their brother and growled before lifting him with Teagan. They made it as quick as they could back to the Pack house.
Her father stayed behind barking orders to the wolves, they were gathering all the information the Rogues left behind. Hopefully, there would be something in there that they could use to find Reggie, but more important, they hoped to discover who was leading these Rogues. A new Pack could not be this organized.
Cloe raced ahead to the triage room to get everything she needed ready. All the beds were full of other wounded members of the Pack. She grimaced a little when she saw the blood on the floor. So much blood had been spilled and for what? To get to her?
Why was she so special? Cloe shook her thoughts away and gathered her supplies and pulled a table in the corner, she would have to use this for Darien. She threw a clean sheet over it just as Teagan burst through the doorway looking a little wild.
“Cloe, they are right in back of me, I am going to wash up.” He said briskly and went to clean his bloodied hands.
Placing the tools she would need on the small table she had set out, Quin and Jaden came through the doors with Darien. They brought him to her table and laid him down gently before stepping back and allowing her to work.
“Teagan, need an extra set of hands.” She said briskly and set about to clean the wound again. Teagan rushed to her side and together they worked to patch up their mate. He had still not shifted back into his human form, and he
Digging her paws into the ground she increased her speed, hoping to reach them before the man could strike again. Then she saw the man shift and she changed her course.
She flanked right while Teagan flanked left, both of them racing to their mate. She knew whoever got there first was going to kill the Rogue. She did, judging the distance she launched with her strong back legs onto the back of the Rogue, just as her mate fell and passed out. She could feel his heartbeat through their connection, though it was weak.
Cloe ripped her teeth in the Rogues neck and held on as the wolf tried to shake her off.
Teagan arrived and tore into his back hip, and together they took the Rogue down.
Teagan paused long enough to lick his mate"s snout, before turning and picking another wolf to attack. As the battle raged around them, Cloe shifted and leaned over her mate.
She looked at the wound and grimaced when she saw it was not healing. That could only mean one thing; the knife had been laced with silver.
She screamed for help, as she drug her mate out of the fight. Pulling the heavy wolf used all of her strength. More men came out of the tree line carrying the small first aid kits that she had put together. She needed something to flush the silver out of the wound, Cloe called for the closest wolf to bring her a kit.
The noises around her ceased to be as loud and she glanced up to see the Rogues were retreating. One man stood and stared at her intently in the back by a shelter they had erected. She frowned and stood, not breaking eye contact. The man smirked and tipped his head admitting that they had won this round. The air shimmered around him; he shifted into a wolf and howled for his Pack to follow.
None of the Denver Pack or her Pack followed. They howled in victory and then shifted quickly finding the wounded and began carrying them toward town. Teagan came to her side as she bent back over Darien and used the bottle of saline she had in her hand to flush the wound. She could tell it helped a little, but the knife had gone in too deep.
Darien was going to have to fight the silver poisoning.
“You dumb shit.” She whispered into the wolf"s ear.
Teagan called for help as he lifted Darien"s head. Cloe stood to the side when Quin and Jaden both came to help. They looked at their brother and growled before lifting him with Teagan. They made it as quick as they could back to the Pack house.
Her father stayed behind barking orders to the wolves, they were gathering all the information the Rogues left behind. Hopefully, there would be something in there that they could use to find Reggie, but more important, they hoped to discover who was leading these Rogues. A new Pack could not be this organized.
Cloe raced ahead to the triage room to get everything she needed ready. All the beds were full of other wounded members of the Pack. She grimaced a little when she saw the blood on the floor. So much blood had been spilled and for what? To get to her?
Why was she so special? Cloe shook her thoughts away and gathered her supplies and pulled a table in the corner, she would have to use this for Darien. She threw a clean sheet over it just as Teagan burst through the doorway looking a little wild.
“Cloe, they are right in back of me, I am going to wash up.” He said briskly and went to clean his bloodied hands.
Placing the tools she would need on the small table she had set out, Quin and Jaden came through the doors with Darien. They brought him to her table and laid him down gently before stepping back and allowing her to work.
“Teagan, need an extra set of hands.” She said briskly and set about to clean the wound again. Teagan rushed to her side and together they worked to patch up their mate. He had still not shifted back into his human form, and he
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