Page 84 of His Hunted Witch

Andie and her love, Elliot, burst from the hundred-year-old cabin at the edge of the property.

“Goldie!” The joy and relief in her cousin’s voice surprised Goldie, and she realized her family was probably still out searching for her and scared out of their minds.

“You’re bleeding?” Elliot asked, sniffing the air.

“I’m not, but?—”

Her slender cousin caught her up in a bruising hug as the hound dog yapped ecstatically at their feet.

“You have to—” Goldie began.

“Who the hell is that?” Elliot asked, his eyes on the truck.

Andie pulled back, peering into the truck. “What happened? Are you okay? Who is that? Did he hurt you?”

“No, he’s—” Goldie trailed off. Aiden hadn’t saved her. She’d saved herself. He’d tried to save his pack, and they’d nearly killed him for it. “He was protecting me. That’s why he’s cut up. Where’s the green goo?”

Elliot ran his eyes over the strange wolf calmly. “I think this is beyond green goo.”

“I’ll call Becca,” Andie said, but instead of turning for the house, she wrapped Goldie in her arms again. “You’re home.”

Elliot turned away from her. “Now we can kill them.”

Goldie thought of Nathan standing over Aiden, timing his strike. “Some of them.”

He pointed at the wolf again. “But not that one.”

“No!”

He stepped back. “Okay, just checking.”

Elliot went to let down the tailgate, and Aiden struck. He was wounded, bleeding, and fast as lightning. If Elliot hadn’t been a shifter, he would’ve been raked from chin to naval.

“Aiden!” Goldie screamed and ran toward him.

The wolf turned on her, and she couldn’t sense Aiden at all. She couldn’t even sense the wolf she knew. This was a wounded animal lashing out with almost no sanity left.

“Don’t come near him,” Elliot said, looking a lot less like a gardener and a lot more like a predator on the verge of attack.

“He didn’t mean to.”

Elliot looked at her with horror. “We always mean to. Don’t tell me he told you he had to keep you for your protection, or worse, his?”

Goldie swallowed. “I just meant that he’s not in control of his wolf.”

The blood left Elliot’s face as he took a hasty step between her and Aiden.

“Don’t hurt him!” she implored.

“Don’t hurt him? He can’t control the wolf? How did his own pack let him live?”

Goldie swallowed. They let him live because they had a witch to lock him up. For a second, she looked at all this from Elliot’s eyes. She went missing. Lord, she didn’t even know how long it had been. Then she came back with a wounded werewolf who told her he had to keep her for his protection and who did not have control of his wolf. What a sordid story.

But that’s not what happened.

“I’m calling my alpha,” Elliot said quietly.

Goldie threw up her hands. “Fine, whatever, so long as you fix him on the way.”

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