He had one hand pressed against the wound but with his other hand he grabbed hold of hers and squeezed it tightly, clinging to it as if it was a lifeline.
Then, suddenly, the answer came to him. When he or one of his SWAT teammates got injured in the field, they were taken to FBI headquarters. The doctors that worked there were specially trained to treat shifters. They would be able to help her. He should have thought of it sooner. They’d help, of course they’d help.
“Baby, you’re going to be okay,” he rasped. “I’m going to take you to the FBI, they have people who can help you.”
She nodded, but her face had turned ashen, and her eyes started to droop.
“Amelia, I need you to stay awake for me, okay?”
She tried to nod, but her eyes closed, and her head flopped to the side.
“No! Amelia.Amelia!”
Wyatt jammed two fingers against her neck, feeling for her pulse. Thankfully, it was there, if a bit slower than it should have been and when he checked the wound, he noted that the bleeding had slowed to a small trickle. But the angry gash still wasn’t closing. Why? He leaned in closer to inspect it and his nose started to burn. His dragon recoiled inside him. What the hell? He inhaled deeply then caught the faint scent of dragonsbane over the strong coppery smell of Amelia’s blood. Wyatt choked out a sob.
His mate had been poisoned.
The plant, little more than a weed, was lethal to dragon shifters when ingested or if it entered their bloodstream, and as there were no dragon shifters anywhere but Antarctica, the doctors employed by the FBI wouldn’t know how to treat it. It required the use of an antidote made from half a dozen or more different herbs. The only people who were ever taught how to make it were the healers in the clan.
Without pause for thought, Wyatt lifted Amelia into his arms then carried her out into the backyard. He placed her gently on the lawn, shifted into his dragon, then picked her up again. Cradling her against his massive chest, he flapped his wings and soared up into the night sky, mentally preparing himself for the twelve-hour flight to Antarctica.
