“That’s all I ask,” he said.
Standing up, I helped him to his feet. “Let’s do some proper wound care.”
“Do you think a scar would make me look more appealing to Bec?” he asked, stumbling a little as I helped him back into her place. “Or am I a monster?”
I snorted at his dramatics. We got to the kitchen, and I leaned him over the sink. I grabbed a kitchen towel and then handed it to him. “Here, press it with this until the bleeding stops.”
He took the cloth and dribbled blood all over the floor and counter as he switched his hand for the towel.
“I’ve got a heal-all charm in the right pannier of my bike,” he said.
I hated how pale he looked. It indicated that he was in a lot of pain. I wanted him to stop blocking so I could feel what he was going through but didn't want to waste time on the argument.
He wavered on his feet, and I grabbed him again and eased him to the floor.
“I'm going to get the heal-all charm,” I said. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’ll wait here,” he said. “It’s a very nice piece of floor.”
I tried to laugh at his poor joke but couldn’t manage it. I rushed out to his bike and wrenched up the right box. There was a jumble of stuff inside, and I was forced to root around until I found a familiar cloth bag pulled tight at the top with string. Slamming the container shut, I jogged back into the condo.
Dropping to my knees in front of Danzig, I pulled the bag open and dumped the charm into the open hand he extended to me. He squeezed it and mumbled the activation word. I saw his aura spike with healing magic.
It only took a few minutes before his tight expression eased. “Oh, yeah, that’s better.”
Relieved, I moved my legs out from under me and leaned on the cabinet behind me. With Danzig doing better, I let my thoughts move to dealing with the door. Neither of us had the skill to fix it. We were going to need some assistance.
“Call Mikey,” Danzig said.
“Huh?”
His eyes were closed with his head leaning back against the edge of the countertop. “The door needs to be fixed. We can’t do it, but I’m sure someone in Mikey’s pack either knows how to do it or can give us the number of a reliable repair guy.”
“Good idea.” I pulled out my phone and found the contact number for the alpha of the Lobo Gris Pack. After a short conversation Mikey said he knew the perfect person and to expect a call.
“If you had told me we’d be members of a wolf shifter pack a few years ago, I’d have laughed at you,” I murmured after he’d hung up.
“The Lobo Gris Pack isn’t like any other,” Danzig said.
He was right. We’d known packs that allowed non-wolf members, but those were usually human mates of members. I’ve never known a pack where almost half their numbers weren’t shifters.
“I feel like a better name would be The Orphan Pack,” Danzig commented.
“Maybe,” I said.
Without opening his eyes, he snapped his fingers. “I’ve got it, the Puppy Pack. They’re too sweet to say no to anyone.”
An unknown number called my phone. When I answered it was a pack member demanding measurements of the door and pictures so he could pick something up on the way over. I couldn’t believe how fast that was. This guy was going to get a huge tip, and I’d have to find some way to thank Mikey.
“I told you,” Danzig said with laughter in his voice after I finished the call. “Puppy Pack.”
Chapter 8
Bec
After eating a giant portion of chocolate gelato, I was feeling much better. Hugo didn’t get any, but I don’t think he cared. Everyone who passed by fawned over him, and he absolutely soaked it up.
“You’re good at that,” I murmured to him after the latest person finished cooing and petting him. He looked up at me with a happy expression, completely unrepentant. It made me laugh.
