A Second Chance (Fated Mate)(37)

“Conner,” she roared. “Sit down right now so I can look at your wound. If you don’t, I’m going to leave, get my gun and shoot off your balls. I hope our kids aren’t as obtuse as you.”

He twisted to look at her, his eyes were completely yellow while his face had elongated. His fangs were bared.

Shit, probably not the best time to poke the wild beast. Too late.

Conner was slowly walking toward her. When he reached her he placed his fangs on her neck. She tilted her head to give him better access. She knew he wouldn’t hurt her. He bit down hard but it wasn’t painful. He licked the wound, and collapsed to the floor in front of her.

She was trembling but managed to drop next to him. She saw the hole in his shirt and knew he’d been shot, but by who? She put her fingers in the hole the bullet made in his shirt, and ripped the shirt. Conner was out for the count and she didn’t know how to get out of this bloody room.

Katie was trying to find a way out of this room, to find a phone, to call an ambulance. She looked down at Conner who had a puddle under him now. What would she do for a human? Put pressure on the wound, elevate it above the heart, ice if available. It was a low point that she was locked in this room with an injured shifter, her mate, and all she could think of was an ice pack.

What did she know about shifters? A whole lotta nothing. What did she know about werewolves? Aha! She was onto something. They heal fast, maybe it was a silver bullet and he was allergic. Eew, she really didn’t want to dig in his shoulder for a bullet. But she would, because she loved him, and she was scared shitless.

Katie probed the edge of the wound to see if Conner would wake. Nope, still out. She turned him slightly to make sure that it hadn’t gone all the way through. No way, she wasn’t that lucky. She took a deep breath and speared her index finger into his wound. She explored the wound with her finger and came upon a sharp object, deep in the wound. She couldn’t get a grip on it and started to cry frustrated tears. She chanted, “Please, please, please, please.” She yelled, “Come on.”#p#分页标题#e#

Finally, she stuck another finger in his wound and was able to pull the bullet out using her fingers like tweezers. She sat back on her haunches and felt for his pulse, a little fast but it was there. He was breathing, so he had to be alive, right? She whispered, “Please be alive. You can’t die because I’ve just found you, and I love you, and we’re going to have three puppies, and I’ve never had a dog, so I won’t know how to care for these kids. Please, please just wake up and be with me.”

There was a bright light, and suddenly Conner was a huge wolf. He stood up on all four, yes four, hairy legs and licked the side of her face taking her tears onto his tongue. She had never been so relieved. She cried great wracking sobs while Conner was watching her, sitting on his haunches.

They sat for a long while as she ran her hand along his fur. She stroked from the top of his head down to his tail, paying special attention to his ears. “Your ears are so soft.” She lay down on her side on the floor of the small room and was quickly taken by sleep.

Conner was so proud of his mate. He had locked her in a room with an angry and hurt shifter, but she’d handled it well. She allowed his wounded beast to exert his dominance, and then she took care of him. He was awake the whole time, but couldn’t move for a fear of inadvertently hurting her. He knew if he spoke while his beast was so close, and he was wounded, he would definitely scare her. He was much milder in human form.

Conner’s wolf crept up to his mate and sniffed her. She smelled divine. Abruptly, he was caught by the most savage and brutal anger he had ever known. Someone wanted to kill his mate, but he would protect her just like he did today. He put himself in the path of a bullet meant for her. He hoped Katie realized that he was willing to die for her.

Katie looked so tired and he had to admit he was feeling a bit weary as well. It took quite a bit of energy to heal a wound. Conner curled up around the length of Katie, and was asleep in minutes.

Katie woke to the soft sounds of snoring, and an intense heat along her back. She could feel breath on her neck, and knew by smell and just the general sense of arousal she had when he was around, it was Conner. She tried to turn but his strong arm clamped down on her waist.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

She was awash in relief, he was alive. “Thank Heavens you’re alive.” She began to tear again, “I have never been so scared in my entire life.”

“Shh, no more tears please. I can’t take you being upset any more. Everything is alright, we’re fine.”