A rustling sound made them all turn around.
Randal had come to, shifted, managed to free himself, and was growling at the four of them, teeth bared, nostrils flaring, his fur matted and mangy.
“Fuck,” Griffen said as he stood and turned around.
Miles watched him lift the gun. Thank God his mate had the gun.
“Stay where you are, asshole. I don’t want to shoot you, but I will if you force me.”
Randal growled one last time and then turned around and ran from the rubble that was the dilapidated barn.
“Goddammit.” Griffen lowered his arm. He turned back around and faced Miles. “Sorry, man. No way I could shoot him.”
“It’s okay. Let’s get the fuck out of here. We’ll deal with him later.”
Griffen handed the gun to Melinda. “Do you know how to use this?”
“Yes.”
Griffen looked momentarily surprised as he turned back to Miles. “I’m gonna shift and go get the car and bring it as close as I can. Hold tight.” He turned to Melinda. “Shoot first. Ask questions later.”
She rolled her eyes. “I would have had no problem shooting him if I’d had the gun instead of you.”
Griffen smirked, and then he shifted and took off.
Miles leaned up on one elbow. His entire body ached. He hoped it was all superficial so he wouldn’t have to spend too many hours healing before he could hold Rebecca properly in his arms.
He heard the car engine as Rebecca leaned down and kissed him all over his face. She even lifted his hands and kissed his knuckles. “You scared the piss out of me. We were trying to reach you all day.”
He grinned. “I was busy.”
“I see that.” She set her head on his chest for a moment and then released him. “Do your thing, big guy. Let’s get out of here.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Rebecca stared down at her mate. She stroked his fur for the millionth time. Griffen lay on her other side, his hand running up her back. “He’s gonna be fine, baby. He just needs to sleep. Leave him be.”
She glanced over her shoulder at him. “How do you know? He’s barely moved since we got home.”
They’d arrived in the dead of night after dropping Melinda off and assuring her she could come over in the morning with Miles’ grandmother in tow.
Weird shit had gone down between Miles and Randal before the old wolf took off. Rebecca knew some things had been said between the men before she arrived that none of them heard. She’d felt his shock and confusion.
“This is how we heal, baby.”
“You weren’t out like this for this long when you were hurt.”
“My injuries weren’t as bad.”
She flinched. That didn’t help.
Griffen rolled his eyes. “Baby, trust me.” He pulled her back down to lie between them and held her tight.
“It’s almost nine in the morning,” she mumbled.
“And we slept the entire night with a wolf in our bed.”
She smiled into his chest. She’d insisted they put Miles in the bed, even though Griffen thought it was ridiculous. She’d put her foot down, and he’d given in and settled the groggy enormous wolf on top of the mattress.
“Do you think he’s in pain?”
“Not much. If any. He’s asleep, baby. He’ll wake up when his body is ready.”
“Maybe he needs water.”
Griffen hauled her closer until she was almost completely on top of him. He snickered in her ear, but didn’t respond.
She curled into him, but noticed when he stiffened and tipped his head back. “Someone’s coming. Probably Melinda and Mimi.”
Rebecca hauled herself off his chest and scurried to the bathroom. “Clothes,” she muttered to herself.
Even though she’d seen Melinda buck naked last night, it didn’t mean she wanted to greet Miles’ sister and grandmother in a similar state.
When she emerged from the bathroom, she could hear Griffen speaking in the front of the house. He’d already let them in.
She padded quickly down the hall to catch up, glad to find Griffen at least in a pair of low-hanging jeans that made him look sexy as hell but covered his private parts.
Wolves had no modesty, she’d learned. Freaky weird.
Unlike the two other times Rebecca had met with Miles’ grandmother, the woman didn’t glare at her and pin her to the wall with her eyes. She was in a completely different mood this morning. Relieved?
The older woman sauntered up to Rebecca and hauled her into her small embrace. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.” Rebecca was stunned. Who was this new Mimi Bartel?
“Good.” The woman patted her arm and headed back to the kitchen area. “Somebody pour an old woman some tea.”