And then a gunshot.
Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.
Miles struggled against whatever weighed him down. It wouldn’t budge.
If anything happened to Griffen or Melinda… He hoped to hell Rebecca was far away.
And then Griffen spoke out loud. He had shifted back to human form. “Stay right where you are, you son of a bitch, unless you want to be riddled with holes.” He must have gotten the upper hand.
Another struggle. Apparently Randal did not heed Griffen’s advice.
More shuffling and grunts. And then a thud. Silence.
Melinda leaned over Miles seconds later. “You okay?” She too had shifted back to human.
“What the hell happened?”
“Griffen knocked him out cold.” She turned her gaze downward. “Looks like the entire inside wall of the barn fell on you. Hang tight. Let us get Randal secured, and then we’ll deal with this.”
“Sure. I’ll just wait here,” he said sarcastically.
“Ha ha.”
Another set of hands were on him then. She touched him before he scented her in his distraction. Rebecca.
Instantly he calmed. And in the next heartbeat he stiffened. “What are you doing in here? It’s not safe.”
She leaned over him and rolled her eyes. “Don’t start with the caveman routine. I’m fine. I waited like a good little mate until Griffen had things under control.”
“Under control?” His voice rose as he glared at her. “There was a gun shot.”
“And no one was hit by it. Griffen kicked it out of Randal’s hand. It went off. It’s over. They’re tying him up now.”
“If you saw that, you were too close.” He wanted to throttle her.
“Cujo, get a grip. I was not in the building. I was outside. There are holes all over. I looked through them.”
He narrowed his gaze at her.
“If you don’t stop glaring at me, I’m gonna have Griffen leave you pinned.”
He said nothing. Half of him had never been so happy to see her in his life. The other half wanted to spank her and then tie her to his bed and never release her.
Griffen leaned over the top of them. The only person with clothes on was Rebecca, naturally. “Rebecca, you stand on this end. Melinda, you crouch down over on that side. Let’s see if I can lift this enough to stick a wedge under it and then slide him out.”
Each woman took their spot and Griffen grabbed a heavy crate from nearby. “I’m gonna lift now. Rebecca, push this under the wall as soon as it’s high enough. Melinda, pull him out if you can.”
He turned to Miles. “Do you think your injuries are severe?”
“No.” Truthfully he wasn’t positive, but didn’t feel much, just pinned.
“On three. One… Two… Three…” Griffen grunted deep as he lifted. Rebecca shoved the crate under as fast as she could before he couldn’t hold the wall any longer.
Melinda reached under and nabbed Miles’ leg and arm and tugged.
Miles sighed in relief just having the pressure lifted, and then he bit the inside of his lip to keep from crying out at the pain.
Finally he was free. His mates ran around to his side.
Rebecca leaned in close, touching him everywhere at once. Frantic. “What hurts? Tell me. Miles. What hurts?” She nearly screamed in hysterics.
Miles reached up and grabbed both her biceps and hauled her close so her face was inches from his. He smiled. “I’m gonna be fine, love. Stop worrying.”
He was injured. He knew that, but he needed to shift and give it time.
First he needed to reassure his mate. “Look at me, love.”
Her gaze was frantic, darting all around his face.
“Eyes, Rebecca.”
She finally settled her gaze on his.
“I’m gonna live. I promise. I need you to make sure nothing’s dislocated, and then I’m gonna shift. I’ll heal fast. You know that.”
She opened her mouth and nearly screamed. “Dislocated? Miles, I don’t have X-ray vision. I can’t know that.”
“Love. Calm down. I don’t care about cracked. Just displaced. If anything is dislocated, you’ll have to set it before I shift.”
Her eyes went wide.
He released her.
She went to work touching him everywhere. If he weren’t in so much pain, he would have found her efforts endearing.
Finally, she declared him to have no compound fractures or dislocations.
Griffen crouched down along his other side. “You good?”
“I will be.”
Griffen held up a syringe. “Know anything about this?”
Miles flinched as his memory surfaced. “Shit. He stuck me with that. Must have knocked me out before the earthquake. That would explain why I can’t remember a thing.” He blew out a relieved breath.