You’re their alpha. Do your fucking job.
I inhale slowly, letting the scents in the room fill my lungs.
All of them.
Blood, aconite, pack.
I channel the swell of fierce protectiveness that floods my body and force my wolf to relax, to be the steady presence they need me to be. “Calm the fuck down.” I keep my voice soft but let alpha power bleed into the words. “We can’t help Flint like this.”
It takes a moment, but slowly the tension seeps out of the room, the air losing the magical tang.
Better.
Corey eases us out of the way so he can get to Flint.
“Aconite,” he snarls, gently probing around the wound on Flint’s back. “Bastards.”
We watch in silence as he gently rolls Flint onto his back so he can see the rest of his injuries.
I lose my patience. “How bad?”
Corey blows out a breath as he reaches for the bag he brought with him, and I have my answer. I can smell it, taste it, see it in his eyes when he meets mine. “Really fucking bad.”
Wolves heal from almost everything barring decapitation. I can’t lose Flint from a fucking stab wound. “Can you fix him?”
“Yes. But it’ll hurt like a motherfucker.” He pulls out a bottle of thick-looking white liquid. “You’re gonna need to hold him down for this.”
The Wild WolvesMC was supposed to be secondary to the pack. A cover story that allowed us all to stay and live together, but over the last few years, it’s become so much more than that. A lot of the rules I couldn’t give a shit about, but others we rely on heavily.
I call church as soon as we leave Flint’s room.
Well, our form of church anyway.
We don’t need the privacy of soundproofed indoors for this conversation, and considering the tension rolling off my brothers, it’s the right decision. Out here we’re free to shift if it gets to be too much. It doesn’t happen often, our control too good to let our primal side get the better of us, but there arestill times when the need to clear our minds is too great. To let our wolf out and escape to a simpler base version of ourselves. Something pushes us over that line and shifting is the only way to get through it.
Something like hearing your packmate scream in agony as you burn away the aconite poisoning his body.
I can still hear the raw pain in every sound that tore out of Flint.
Energy ripples under my skin, my wolf restless.
What I wouldn’t give to close my eyes and let him take over for a few hours. To run through the forest surrounding our compound and burn off this fuckingfeelingthat something is about to change.
Instinct is a wonderful thing, but not always as clear cut as I would like.
“Lynx?” Callum calls, and I look up to see the three of them watching me.
Waiting.
Fuck, Lynx, you can’t afford to zone out like that.
“Sorry.” I roll my shoulders, crack my neck, and pull my focus back to where it should be. I can’t help but glance back at the house though.
Callum’s hand lands on my shoulder, his bruising grip settling me. “Corey says he’ll be fine in a couple of days. Three at the most.”
I nod.
There’s nothing else to be done at this point and we have too much going on to let it get in my head.
