Torem(Zeus’s Pack 4)(40)

Dino took a deep breath and pressed the blade of the knife into Sidney’s hip, digging it around until he dug the bullet close to the surface. He reached with his other hand and worked until the bullet was free. Sidney shifted immediately.

“Good work,” Torem praised his brave mate and then passed out.



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“Shit.” Dino saw the blood seeping from under Torem’s shirtsleeve. He had thought it was Sidney’s blood splattered all over him. Dino used the knife to cut away Torem’s shirt, and that’s when he saw the bleeding hole.

“Get the silver out and I can help him. Shifting may not heal him,” Chey said as he crouched down next to Dino. “Why has he passed out?” Chey looked at Dino and then at the other men.

“He was trying to dig Sidney’s out by hand,” Taz offered.

“Hurry, Dino,” Chey said worriedly.

Dino pressed the blade once more to flesh as he dug around for the bullet. This one was lodged. He couldn’t seem to get it out.

“You’ll have to cut him open to get at it,” Chey directed him. “I can do it, but you’ll have to remove the silver.”

Dino hated himself, but he handed the knife over. There was no way he could cut Torem. Chey took the knife and sliced through his skin like butter. Dino winced, knowing if it were him, he’d be screaming his head off right about now.

“Okay, now get it out.” Chey handed him back the knife.

Dino took it and separated the skin, wanting to throw up when he saw muscle. The bullet sat right there, wedged into Torem’s tendons. Dino pressed the knife in and worked the bullet out, grabbing it with his free hand. Torem shifted, and Chey immediately laid his hands on his mate’s wound.

Dino scooted over to Sidney, running his hands over his mate’s fur. The jaguar’s breathing seemed steady, and he couldn’t find a wound. “Is Sidney going to be okay?” Dino asked.

Chey looked up at Dino, sympathy in his eyes. “Yes, my best friend will be fine. It’s Torem I’m worried about. He’s had an overdose of silver by touching Sidney’s and leaving his in too long.”

Dino nodded. “Get better, fallen angel.” Dino kissed the jaguar’s head and then moved back over to Torem. The wolf was panting, as if he were having a difficult time breathing.

“Can you fix him?” Dino asked, wiping away the tears in his eyes.

“I’m trying, Dino, I’m trying,” Chey said softly. “I’m still pretty new at this.”

Dino fell on his ass and began to pray. There was no way he could lose Torem. The man had just gotten his life back not too long ago and hadn’t even learned how to really have fun yet. Torem was solemn most of the time. The guy just sat back and observed life. Dino, with the help of Sidney, wanted to change that.

Please don’t let me lose him.

“His breathing is slowing down to normal,” Chey reported. “His pulse is slowing as well. I think he’s going to be okay. We need to get them to their room.”

As much as he wanted to, there was no way Dino could carry Sidney, not in cat form. He hefted Torem up, thanking Rave when he pulled Sidney from the floor. The two men managed to get Sidney and Torem up to their bedroom and onto the bed.

“What can I do for them?” Dino asked Rave.

“Just stroke them and be there when they wake up. Their shifter form will heal them.” Rave squeezed his shoulder and left Dino with his mates.

He collapsed in the chair and buried his face in his hands. He wasn’t sure if he could withstand another scare like that.



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Sidney woke with a killer headache. His hands massaged his temples as he blinked his eyes open.

“Let me get that for you.” Dino removed Sidney’s hands and began a slow circular pattern. “How do you feel, besides the headache?”

“My butt hurts. Did you and Torem play with me while I was asleep?” Man, his own voice was too loud.

Dino laughed softly. “No, you were shot close to it though.”

Sidney stared at Dino as it all came back to him. “Torem, where is he?” He tried to sit up, but his mate held him down.

“Right next to you, fast asleep.”

Sidney slowly turned his head. It hurt to even blink. Torem was in wolf form. “Why is he in his shifter form?”

“He was shot, too. The bullets were silver, and he took more poison into his body by trying to get the bullet out of you with his hands.”

Sidney tried once again to get up. How could Torem do something so reckless?

“Lie down. Chey healed him. All he needs is sleep now.”

“I need a Red Bull.” Sidney groaned as he lay back. “This action-packed life is hard on the nerves.”