“What’s happened? Is Hannah okay?” Ryker said in a voice that sounded somewhat garbled, and Bastian knew that his bear was close.
“She’s breathing,” Bastian answered as he gently rolled her over, and into his lap. “But she’s unconscious.”
Ryker’s growl rumbled over the phone line, and Bastian could hear movement that told him Ryker was already on his way. “I’ll call Lucas, and we’ll be there as soon as we can. Was it Ash?”
Bastian lifted his head and inhaled as deep as he could. He caught the usual smells of the garage, and the alluring scent of his mate, but nothing more. “I can’t scent anything.”
“You’d be able to. Fucking wolves stink.”
Bastian frowned as he looked around the dark garage. “Be that as it may, I can’t smell anything in here. Nothing but what you would expect, and our mate. Nothing. But I know there was someone here, because I saw the bastard running out the back door.”
Ryker was silent for a moment, and Bastian heard nothing but the sound of Ryker’s truck accelerating down the road. “We’ll find out who did this. And when we do, we’ll make them pay.” Hannah groaned. “Is she coming around? That’s a good sign. Tell her I’ll be there in less than three minutes.”
Bastian heard the click that signaled Ryker had hung up. He dropped his phone to the floor and cupped Hannah’s soft cheek in his hand. “Baby? Come on back to me, now. You damn near gave me a heart attack. Open those beautiful green eyes for me.”
Hannah frowned. “Ouch.” It was more a moan than anything, but her eyes fluttered and then opened completely, her gaze leveling on his. “Hey.”
Relief flooded his system, and he exhaled sharply. “Hey back, beautiful. Lucas and Ryker will be here shortly.”
Hannah nodded like she understood that, before that quiet frown graced her beautiful face. “Why are they coming here? Lucas gave me the all clear.”
Bastian nodded. In the distance, he heard the sound of a car’s tires squealing as a vehicle rounded a corner too fast, and he knew that was Ryker. “That was before I came in here and found you unconscious on the floor.”
“Oh,” Hannah said, her frown clearing. “That would make sense then, I suppose.”
Bastian smiled at her logic, and unable to resist a minute more, leaned forward to gently take her mouth with his, and that was how they were when Ryker burst through the door. Sprawled on the ground, amid a sea of broken glass, making out like there was nothing amiss.
