Page 85 of His Hunted Witch

“Have you ever heard of Stockholm Syndrome?” Elliot asked.

“To get Stockholm Syndrome, you have to like your own family first,” Goldie snapped.

Elliot grinned; he seemed to be relieved at her show of temper.

Goldie heaved in a huge breath, trying to stay calm and convince him she was a rational being who knew what she was doing. “Elliot, please, lock him up, challenge him to a duel, give him community service, but help him first!”

She didn’t know her cousin’s mate well. After messing with their relationship when she didn’t understand how perfect these two were together, she kept her distance. So she was unspeakably grateful when he nodded once and moved toward the truck. Her good mood lasted until she saw him unlooping his belt.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I know what these wounds feel like. Helping him does not extend to getting chewed on.”

Elliot leaned over Aiden and batted away his front paws as he, shifter-fast himself, got his hands around Aiden’s muzzle and looped the belt. That he did it with little fuss told her how injured Aiden was. He’d expended all the energy he had on that first strike.

Aiden huffed out a breath and sticky snot landed on Elliot’s face.

“Well, he’s still breathing.”

Aiden’s head lolled back down. Elliot pulled the wolf toward him.

“Don’t hurt him,” Goldie couldn’t help repeating.

Elliot stared at her. “There is no way to do this without hurting him.”

Goldie crossed her arms. “Don’t unnecessarily hurt him.”

Elliot nodded once and pulled the wolf into his arms.

The beast was almost as big as he was, and he carried it like a mildly heavy load of dishes. He walked toward the cabin as Goldie followed.

When they ducked into the living room, Andie waved them toward their bedroom.

“Hell, no, he does not get the bed,” Elliot said.

He moved past her into a hallway to the back of the cabin. He ignored the second bedroom and a storage room and carried the wolf to the closet at the end of the hall.

“Where are you taking him?” Andie asked, which made Goldie happy since she didn’t have to.

“Somewhere without windows. It won’t hold him if he’s healthy, but I can rig up some sturdy beams to keep him in when he’s injured.”

“He’s no threat,” Goldie said.

Elliot glanced up. “It took at least two wolves to put him down, right?”

How did he know that?

Elliot rolled him onto the floor and stood up but did not release his belt. He ticked off on his fingers. “He kidnapped you. He’s not in control of his wolf. It takes two wolves to injure him… Just injure him, mind, not kill him. He is the definition of dangerous, Sweden.”

“Sweden?” Andie asked in confusion.

Goldie rolled her eyes. “He thinks I have Stockholm Syndrome because I’m trying to help the one wolf in this entire ordeal who tried to help me. He didn’t kidnap me. He doesn’t have to be in control of his wolf because it listens to me. And healmost died defending me from the two wolves actually trying to hurt me. He still might!”

Elliot had frozen halfway through her speech. “His wolf listens toyou?”

“Yeah.”

Andie put her hand to her mouth.

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