in.
“Ow!” she howled, her voice still half-human and
half-werewolf.
“That’s it, my sweet little Cariboo.” Jarvis was ready for
her. He hadn’t been standing there enjoying the view, but waiting for the pain
to set in. “Let’s get you inside. The pack doctor is on his way.”
“I don’t need a doctor,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Give me my clothes. I’ve been hurt worse before.”
“As have I,” he said, handing underwear to her but then
remaining close so she could lean on him to put them on. “We might not always
live like this, but for now we have the luxury of a doctor and assurance the
bone won’t heal wrong. We might as well take advantage.”
Jarvis helped her finish dressing then scooped her into his
arms.
“Hey!” She immediately twisted against him. Her leg throbbed
too much to fight him but she had to do it. “I’m not being carried into that
den.”
“Those mouthwatering breasts feel damn good smashed against
my chest. Keep doing that. It makes up for me dressing instead of undressing
you.”
“Damn it, Jarvis,” she complained.
He simply tightened his grip and entered the McAllister den.
“Bertha will be here any minute,” Marc announced, stopping
at the bottom of the stairs when Jarvis bound up them with Katrin. “Just get
her comfortable and I’ll keep Heather from trying to play nurse.”
“I heard that!” Heather yelled from somewhere downstairs.
* * * * *
Bertha was a salty old female who didn’t mince words or howl
anything that didn’t need to be said. Katrin might have liked her if she
weren’t in so much trouble.
“Clean break by the looks of it. Let’s get it wrapped up
tight and see how she’s doing tomorrow. I’ve got pain medication that will make
sleeping easier tonight.”
“I’ve never had pain medication and I’ve broken bones
before,” Katrin managed. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate and
she already knew it would be a sleepless night as she endured the pain until
her bone began healing. For a werewolf, it might take up to three days before
the bone was completely mended and the pain subsided.
“Then let me give you a treat. Open wide.” Bertha pulled a
single pill and a bottle of water out of her bag. She opened the water bottle
and held both to Katrin. “Bottoms up, my dear.”
Katrin accepted. Living without the pain until her bone was
healed sounded like a decent plan. She popped the pill into her mouth and drank
from the water bottle.
“Now there’s a good little bitch.” Bertha chuckled and
pushed stringy gray hair from her face. She then ignored Katrin and spoke to
Jarvis, who had been leaning against the far wall. “Come here and help me wrap
this. My paws aren’t what they used to be,” she informed him, chuckling when
she rustled around in her bag again.
Katrin didn’t notice her pain disappear. She barely was able
to focus on Bertha or Jarvis as they tightly wrapped her leg and rested it on
several pillows. Instead she faded into a dreamless sleep, one free of pain and
worry over her future, her littermates, Jarvis or who would judge her for the
blood that ran through her. The bed was incredibly comfortable and even the
human smells that were prominent in the room didn’t bother her. Quite possibly,
it was the best sleep she’d ever had in her life.
Chapter Seven
“Marc had to go into work,” Heather told Jarvis when he came
downstairs the next morning.
Sleeping alongside Katrin had been heaven and pure torture.
Her soft, sensuous body had barely moved. He had wrapped his arms around her
and held her close. The wrappings around her leg were a continuous reminder
that she was healing. Bertha had given her a drug strong enough to knock her
out so she wouldn’t endure the initial pain while her leg healed. As much as he
appreciated knowing he wouldn’t smell the pain and stubbornness of Katrin
trying to prove she knew how to handle the healing of a broken bone—even if she
had
“Ow!” she howled, her voice still half-human and
half-werewolf.
“That’s it, my sweet little Cariboo.” Jarvis was ready for
her. He hadn’t been standing there enjoying the view, but waiting for the pain
to set in. “Let’s get you inside. The pack doctor is on his way.”
“I don’t need a doctor,” she said through gritted teeth.
“Give me my clothes. I’ve been hurt worse before.”
“As have I,” he said, handing underwear to her but then
remaining close so she could lean on him to put them on. “We might not always
live like this, but for now we have the luxury of a doctor and assurance the
bone won’t heal wrong. We might as well take advantage.”
Jarvis helped her finish dressing then scooped her into his
arms.
“Hey!” She immediately twisted against him. Her leg throbbed
too much to fight him but she had to do it. “I’m not being carried into that
den.”
“Those mouthwatering breasts feel damn good smashed against
my chest. Keep doing that. It makes up for me dressing instead of undressing
you.”
“Damn it, Jarvis,” she complained.
He simply tightened his grip and entered the McAllister den.
“Bertha will be here any minute,” Marc announced, stopping
at the bottom of the stairs when Jarvis bound up them with Katrin. “Just get
her comfortable and I’ll keep Heather from trying to play nurse.”
“I heard that!” Heather yelled from somewhere downstairs.
* * * * *
Bertha was a salty old female who didn’t mince words or howl
anything that didn’t need to be said. Katrin might have liked her if she
weren’t in so much trouble.
“Clean break by the looks of it. Let’s get it wrapped up
tight and see how she’s doing tomorrow. I’ve got pain medication that will make
sleeping easier tonight.”
“I’ve never had pain medication and I’ve broken bones
before,” Katrin managed. It was getting harder and harder to concentrate and
she already knew it would be a sleepless night as she endured the pain until
her bone began healing. For a werewolf, it might take up to three days before
the bone was completely mended and the pain subsided.
“Then let me give you a treat. Open wide.” Bertha pulled a
single pill and a bottle of water out of her bag. She opened the water bottle
and held both to Katrin. “Bottoms up, my dear.”
Katrin accepted. Living without the pain until her bone was
healed sounded like a decent plan. She popped the pill into her mouth and drank
from the water bottle.
“Now there’s a good little bitch.” Bertha chuckled and
pushed stringy gray hair from her face. She then ignored Katrin and spoke to
Jarvis, who had been leaning against the far wall. “Come here and help me wrap
this. My paws aren’t what they used to be,” she informed him, chuckling when
she rustled around in her bag again.
Katrin didn’t notice her pain disappear. She barely was able
to focus on Bertha or Jarvis as they tightly wrapped her leg and rested it on
several pillows. Instead she faded into a dreamless sleep, one free of pain and
worry over her future, her littermates, Jarvis or who would judge her for the
blood that ran through her. The bed was incredibly comfortable and even the
human smells that were prominent in the room didn’t bother her. Quite possibly,
it was the best sleep she’d ever had in her life.
Chapter Seven
“Marc had to go into work,” Heather told Jarvis when he came
downstairs the next morning.
Sleeping alongside Katrin had been heaven and pure torture.
Her soft, sensuous body had barely moved. He had wrapped his arms around her
and held her close. The wrappings around her leg were a continuous reminder
that she was healing. Bertha had given her a drug strong enough to knock her
out so she wouldn’t endure the initial pain while her leg healed. As much as he
appreciated knowing he wouldn’t smell the pain and stubbornness of Katrin
trying to prove she knew how to handle the healing of a broken bone—even if she
had
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