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he closed the bedroom door quietly. I think I tried everything in my
arsenal to stop the demon spit from eating away his thigh muscle.
After living among the paranormal for so long, I thought I had seen it
all.
And? Nazaryth asked, feeling his patience wearing thin. He
wanted to hear how Wolf was doing, not about the doctor s newest
discovery.
Dr. Sheehan scratched at his jaw, looking totally baffled. This was
not a good sign. Nazaryth had sent Dog back to the castle to grab the
healing plants, and he knew Wolf wouldn t die from the venom in the
spit, but it was some nasty-ass business. There was definitely going to
be some scarring and possibly some muscle damage. The damage part
was what worried him the most. Nazaryth had never seen one of his
warriors take a hit like that before. None of them had ever gone down.
If Wolf was permanently damaged, Nazaryth wasn t sure what he was
going to do.
And I ve managed to stop the goop from eating any more of his
skin. But there isn t anything I can do about the destroyed muscle
without taking him to the hospital for surgery.
You can t do that. Nazaryth sighed.
No, I can t. Dr. Sheehan placed his hand on Nazaryth s arm,
offering him a warm smile. I m sorry I couldn t do more.
Nazaryth could see the sincerity in the doctor s hazel eyes, but
sincerity wasn t going to get Wolf up and walking again. He gave a
nod to the doctor and then walked into the bedroom to see Wolf laid
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out on the bed with his upper thigh encased in gauze. Jaycee was
sitting by the bed, his elbows resting on his thighs, his hands cupped
together as if he were praying. The small human s eyes were glued to
Wolf as he sat there silently.
Gods, how the roles were reversed now.
When is he going to wake up? Jaycee asked without looking
away from Wolf.
Nazaryth wished he had an answer. He had never dealt with the
venomous spit except dodging the vile goo. None of his warriors had
ever been this badly damaged.
Until now.
I m not sure.
Jaycee dropped his hands, his head turning slowly as he glared
hatefully toward Nazaryth. I never asked to be in this world, he spat
as he stood, his fists clenched at his sides. But I m here now. The
only thing I had was Wolf, and now he may not recover?
You left him! Nazaryth shouted before he could pull his anger
under wraps. He couldn t believe Jaycee was basically accusing
Nazaryth of getting Wolf hurt. He would do whatever he had to in
order to ensure the safety of his beasts.
They had all been by his side in Zanthar and stuck together when
exiled. There wasn t one damn thing Nazaryth wouldn t do for any of
them, including taking Wolf s place right now. Don t hold a mighty
tongue with me, human. He was fighting to keep you safe.
Jaycee gasped and turned around, his shoulders slumping as he
stared down at the bed. I m sorry.
Nazaryth wasn t sure if Jaycee was speaking to him or Wolf. He
walked further into the room, standing on the opposite side of the bed
as Wolf s mate. He ran a hand over his face, feeling sick to his
stomach at the bandages covering the beast s upper leg. It wasn t
supposed to be like this. King Zephyr wasn t supposed to win.
They were the good guys.
Good guys didn t lose.
78 Lynn Hagen
I didn t mean to yell at you, Jaycee said as he turned around,
wiping at his eyes. But Wolf is the first guy to ever take interest in
me. And to be honest, it scared me, along with all the crazy monsters
coming after me.
Shit. What was Nazaryth supposed to say to that?
Knock, knock, Dog said as he walked into the bedroom, a small
container with a lid in his hand. I have what you wanted.
Who are you? Jaycee asked as he moved closer to Wolf, as if
protecting the man. Nazaryth may have had hard feelings for the
human when he left Wolf high and dry, but he could see that Jaycee
was coming around. Wolf, along with the other beasts, deserved to
find their zaterios, just like Nazaryth had. If Wolf s took a little
longer acclimating to their world, Nazaryth wouldn t hold it against
the human.
I m Dog, Dog said as he handed the paste over to Nazaryth.
And who are you?
Jaycee stood a little straighter, jutting his chin out as he laid his
hand on Wolf s, as if gaining some small measure of comfort by
touching his mate. I m Jaycee, Wolf s Cheerio.
Nazaryth cocked his head at Jaycee as Dog began to laugh.
Cheerio, I like that.
What do you have? Jaycee asked as he nodded toward the
container in Nazaryth s hand.
It s a healing paste made of natural plants we grow, Nazaryth
answered him. And you are about to learn how to apply it.
Me? Jaycee asked, his voice wobbling as his brows shot straight
up.
Yes, you, Dog said this time. If you are going to stick around
and be Wolf s Cheerio Dog chuckled the word then you have to
learn about winged beasts.
Kind of like Wolf 101?
Something like that, Dog answered as Nazaryth handed Jaycee
the bowl and showed the human how to spread the paste onto Wolf s
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leg. Nazaryth gagged and his stomach lurched when he removed the
bandage. The wound had already been cleaned by the doctor, but it
was still a very nasty mess. The skin looked as though it had been put
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he closed the bedroom door quietly. I think I tried everything in my
arsenal to stop the demon spit from eating away his thigh muscle.
After living among the paranormal for so long, I thought I had seen it
all.
And? Nazaryth asked, feeling his patience wearing thin. He
wanted to hear how Wolf was doing, not about the doctor s newest
discovery.
Dr. Sheehan scratched at his jaw, looking totally baffled. This was
not a good sign. Nazaryth had sent Dog back to the castle to grab the
healing plants, and he knew Wolf wouldn t die from the venom in the
spit, but it was some nasty-ass business. There was definitely going to
be some scarring and possibly some muscle damage. The damage part
was what worried him the most. Nazaryth had never seen one of his
warriors take a hit like that before. None of them had ever gone down.
If Wolf was permanently damaged, Nazaryth wasn t sure what he was
going to do.
And I ve managed to stop the goop from eating any more of his
skin. But there isn t anything I can do about the destroyed muscle
without taking him to the hospital for surgery.
You can t do that. Nazaryth sighed.
No, I can t. Dr. Sheehan placed his hand on Nazaryth s arm,
offering him a warm smile. I m sorry I couldn t do more.
Nazaryth could see the sincerity in the doctor s hazel eyes, but
sincerity wasn t going to get Wolf up and walking again. He gave a
nod to the doctor and then walked into the bedroom to see Wolf laid
Wolf 77
out on the bed with his upper thigh encased in gauze. Jaycee was
sitting by the bed, his elbows resting on his thighs, his hands cupped
together as if he were praying. The small human s eyes were glued to
Wolf as he sat there silently.
Gods, how the roles were reversed now.
When is he going to wake up? Jaycee asked without looking
away from Wolf.
Nazaryth wished he had an answer. He had never dealt with the
venomous spit except dodging the vile goo. None of his warriors had
ever been this badly damaged.
Until now.
I m not sure.
Jaycee dropped his hands, his head turning slowly as he glared
hatefully toward Nazaryth. I never asked to be in this world, he spat
as he stood, his fists clenched at his sides. But I m here now. The
only thing I had was Wolf, and now he may not recover?
You left him! Nazaryth shouted before he could pull his anger
under wraps. He couldn t believe Jaycee was basically accusing
Nazaryth of getting Wolf hurt. He would do whatever he had to in
order to ensure the safety of his beasts.
They had all been by his side in Zanthar and stuck together when
exiled. There wasn t one damn thing Nazaryth wouldn t do for any of
them, including taking Wolf s place right now. Don t hold a mighty
tongue with me, human. He was fighting to keep you safe.
Jaycee gasped and turned around, his shoulders slumping as he
stared down at the bed. I m sorry.
Nazaryth wasn t sure if Jaycee was speaking to him or Wolf. He
walked further into the room, standing on the opposite side of the bed
as Wolf s mate. He ran a hand over his face, feeling sick to his
stomach at the bandages covering the beast s upper leg. It wasn t
supposed to be like this. King Zephyr wasn t supposed to win.
They were the good guys.
Good guys didn t lose.
78 Lynn Hagen
I didn t mean to yell at you, Jaycee said as he turned around,
wiping at his eyes. But Wolf is the first guy to ever take interest in
me. And to be honest, it scared me, along with all the crazy monsters
coming after me.
Shit. What was Nazaryth supposed to say to that?
Knock, knock, Dog said as he walked into the bedroom, a small
container with a lid in his hand. I have what you wanted.
Who are you? Jaycee asked as he moved closer to Wolf, as if
protecting the man. Nazaryth may have had hard feelings for the
human when he left Wolf high and dry, but he could see that Jaycee
was coming around. Wolf, along with the other beasts, deserved to
find their zaterios, just like Nazaryth had. If Wolf s took a little
longer acclimating to their world, Nazaryth wouldn t hold it against
the human.
I m Dog, Dog said as he handed the paste over to Nazaryth.
And who are you?
Jaycee stood a little straighter, jutting his chin out as he laid his
hand on Wolf s, as if gaining some small measure of comfort by
touching his mate. I m Jaycee, Wolf s Cheerio.
Nazaryth cocked his head at Jaycee as Dog began to laugh.
Cheerio, I like that.
What do you have? Jaycee asked as he nodded toward the
container in Nazaryth s hand.
It s a healing paste made of natural plants we grow, Nazaryth
answered him. And you are about to learn how to apply it.
Me? Jaycee asked, his voice wobbling as his brows shot straight
up.
Yes, you, Dog said this time. If you are going to stick around
and be Wolf s Cheerio Dog chuckled the word then you have to
learn about winged beasts.
Kind of like Wolf 101?
Something like that, Dog answered as Nazaryth handed Jaycee
the bowl and showed the human how to spread the paste onto Wolf s
Wolf 79
leg. Nazaryth gagged and his stomach lurched when he removed the
bandage. The wound had already been cleaned by the doctor, but it
was still a very nasty mess. The skin looked as though it had been put
through a meat grinder, and there were black spots that looked as if [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]