Hagen, Lynn - Tater's Bear [Brac Pack 22] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) by Lynn Hagen Page B

unknown territory, but Nicholas knew he had to try and help Tater any way he could.
    “Go in,” Mr. Lakeland said as he stepped aside, allowing Nicholas to enter. Jason was hot on his heels, dogging his back as Nicholas approached the bed.
    Holy hell. He had no clue what to make of this.
    “Help him, doc,” Tater’s mate begged from the other side of the bed. “This isn’t normal.”
    Nicholas glanced back down at Tater. Fuck if that wasn’t the truth. He couldn’t have agreed more. He’d seen what happened when Christian converted someone. Josh was living proof of what took place.
    This was not it. It wasn’t even close.
    “What did Christian say?” he asked the bear as he laid his medical bag onto the bed. Nicholas rolled his sleeves back as he took out his stethoscope.
    “He wasn’t able to tell me. I think he went mad.” The bear’s voice was filled with worry and guilt. “Is someone going to check on him?”
    “The wolf physician is getting in touch with the vampire doctor. They’re taking care of him,” Maverick said as he leaned against a wall on the far side of the room.
    Nicholas nodded as he approached Tater. The man’s fangs were twice as long as a normal vampire’s should be. They were still sharp as razors though.
    Tater hadn’t gained consciousness yet, and Nicholas didn’t want to be near those lethal-looking things when the man finally came around. Tater had also grown in size, almost doubling, and his skin was an eerie shade of pale green.
    He was at a loss to know what was going on with Olsen’s mate. Nicholas leaned close to the hybrid, praying things didn’t turn ugly fast.

    * * * *

    Maverick watched Nicholas try his best to figure out what was wrong with Olsen’s mate. He had never seen anything like this before. Tater was an anomaly that they would probably try to figure out for years to come.
    But there was one thing he could do for the hybrid. This was going to be good. Most people thought Maverick was irresponsible. They thought he took his job lightly. Nothing could be farther from the truth.
    In fact, in making them believe this, he was able to observe things most thought he had missed, overlooked. And god love it, he still was having his dreams.
    “Chey.”
    The entire room turned to look at him. “Pardon me?” Olsen asked as he cocked his head to the side.
    “I said Chey. He’s a wolf over in Zeus’s pack that has this healing thing he does.” No sense in spilling all of the grey wolf’s secrets. He wasn’t going to divulge that Chey was an omega either. That was no one’s business.
    “I’m not following you,” Olsen said as he reached a hand down and rubbed it up and down Tater’s arm. “How can he help my mate?”
    “I’m not really sure. But from the looks of things, Tater needs some help getting through this transformation. I think Chey could be beneficial.”
    Oh hell, Zeus was going love him for this. The alpha was going to shit rainbow-colored kittens when he found out Maverick knew about his little omega. Maverick himself wasn’t interested in having one around. They were more trouble than they were worth.
    He already had a houseful of headaches.
    “Can you bring him here?” Olsen asked, desperation lacing his voice. Maverick had no clue how the bear felt, so he wasn’t even going to try with the bullshit line of I understand how you feel .
    He hated when people said that.
    “Let me give Zeus a call,” he said as he walked out of the room.
    A whole litter of the rainbow kittens.

    * * * *

    Olsen sat on the edge of the bed, placing his back to the headboard as he pulled Tater’s arm onto his legs. He ran his thumb over his mate’s discolored skin and worried about Tater still being unconscious.
    He focused on the fact that Tater had confessed his love for him. Olsen held on to the confession with an iron fist. He glanced up when a short man with brown hair stepped into Olsen’s bedroom.
    “Is this him?” the man asked as he nodded