“Yes,” Rance snarled.
Frenzy grinned at him. “Cool. Very cool. Now I’m going to need you to let me and Feral pick her up, alright?”
“Got the Medibag!” Storm announced, rushing back into the middle of them.
“Rance, let her go,” Frenzy said.
“Rance!” Jack said in his booming Alpha voice.
Rance immediately turned his head toward Jack.
“Let her go. Now!”
Rance only hesitated for a second, but eventually held his arms out to the side so Frenzy and Feral could lift her off of him. Before Rance could even move Savage and his males had joined Frenzy and Feral and they helped support her body so she was as motionless as they could make her without a stretcher.
“Bring her in,” Bonnie said, pushing the sliding glass door open as wide as it would go.
“Firm surface,” Savage said.
“Dining room table,” Bonnie said, directing them to it.
As soon as they got her laid down, Bonnie stood back and got out of their way. Then she remembered all the kids and females in the pool and on the splash pad who’d just seen their Reigna go down. “I’ll be outside with her Pride. Anything you need…”
“I got it, baby. Go,” Jack said.
Chapter 8
Bonnie hurried outside to a whole host of worried faces spread across her back yard. “Findley, could you go check on Gwen’s babies?”
“Of course,” Findley said.
“I’m coming,” Brinnley said and jumped up, following right behind her sister.
“Kassidy, Alison, please help the males inside if they need anything while they’re taking care of Gwen.”
“Of course,” they said, and hurried to get inside.
“Vance, can you and Three stay visible out here,” Bonnie asked quietly as they stepped back out side of the house right behind her.
“Yep. Don’t worry about a thing,” Vance said quietly.
“As I’m sure you all saw, Gwen has weakened and fainted. Luckily for us, some of our friends are highly talented and trained in medical procedures and assessing illnesses and injuries in the field. She’s in very good hands and they’re tending to her now,” Bonnie said, standing at the edge of the patio as she looked out at everyone whose attention was focused on her. She kept her hands together in front of her and unconsciously clasped and unclasped her fingers as she spoke — a sign that she was worried. “Gwen mentioned to me when she arrived that she’d received a slight injury while getting to safety, but that it was wrapped and was really nothing. Does anyone happen to have any more insight into her injury?”
A male that Bonnie knew only as Dean had been on the outskirts of the group, obviously quietly watching over the females and children whose safety he’d been charged with by Alpha Grail. “Some of the females and kids were confronted onthe way to safety in the forest. Our Reigna fought those who thought to attack her females. We came upon the end of the fight, one was already dead, another close to it. Reigna Gwen delivered the final blow as we quickly approached. There was blood everywhere. She assured us most of it was not hers. She had Steve help wrap her ribs in torn pieces of her clothing and one of our females who’d thought to pull on two sweatshirts before evacuating, gave her one of her shirts. She didn’t complain about it while we made the trek here, but I scented blood the whole way. I trusted our Reigna when she said she was fine. I attributed the blood scent to the stained clothing she wore wrapped around her injuries.”
“I helped her re-wrap her body on the way here. We rinsed the torn shirt in a small pond we happened on. She only let me see her side and back while helping her wrap herself, it was a fresh cut, but already showing signs of healing and pink, healthy skin at its edges,” one of the females added.
“You didn’t see her front?”
“No, she kept her front facing away from me. Was she injured worse in the front?” the female asked.
“I don’t know. She declined help both times I offered. But she’s being tended to now. I’ll let you know as soon as we have any information.”
“What can we do?” Maeve asked, standing in the pool beside her son.
“Let’s make sure that everyone keeps having fun and is enjoying this beautiful day,” Bonnie said. She knew her voice was more animated than it would be normally, and she intended it to be so. She was trying to ask the adults to keep the children distracted and to counteract any fear seeing Gwen go down might have caused without saying exactly that. A sure fire way to keep a kid focused on something you didn’t want them focused on was to tell them to change their focus.
Maeve seemed to understand. “You’re right! I think somebody was just squirting me with a water gun!” she said, turning to her son and splashing him.
