I lowered my head to my arm and closed my eyes, trying to get myself together.
The pain was probably fate’s payback for my awful mating plan. I deserved it.
Whether or not I was going to make it out of the forest was currently very much up in the air.
Emmy’s tailbone had healed when Finn’s wolf turned her into a werewolf, so getting Connor’s to bite me was the only way.
But the wolf didn’t seem inclined to chomp down on any part of me.
He was still licking the blood away from my face gently.
He whined.
“Bite me,” I gritted out. “Please.”
The wolf whined again.
This.
Was.
Not.
The.
Plan.
He nudged my arm, and carefully slipped his head beneath it.
I bit back a cry of pain as he worked his head beneath my chest, then his back.
He was trying to lift me on top of him. To get me out of the bush.
He made a soft, rumbly noise that I was pretty sure was supposed to be comforting. My leg hurt too badly to feel any way about the sound.
The wolf slowly eased me out of the bush, inch by inch. The pain was so brutal, I blacked out for a few seconds.
Eventually, I was free of the sharp branches and stabbing thorns.
Connor’s wolf lowered me from his back. I landed lightly on my hands and knees, my body shaking almost violently as I struggled to hold myself up.
He nuzzled the side of my neck with his face.
I was breathing too hard to respond. Or even really notice.
The wolf’s nose bumped my shoulder, then arm.
Then my hip.
I cried out when his teeth cut into my waist, but a small amount of relief followed.
He’d bitten me.
Thatwasthe plan.
There would be an end to the pain in my ankle. All I had to do was survive a minute or two of shifting. Emmy said it wasn’t bad, and?—
A bone in my back snapped.
