“It’s not always a good thing,” Feral said. “It could change her to the point that she may no longer be your mate. Her entire DNA makeup will be scrambled. She may not even want her kids. Might not remember them or anybody else.”
“She wouldn’t want to live like that,” Steve said from just inside the back door.
Jack looked over at Steve. “I don’t know her well enough to make that call.”
“I do. She wouldn’t want that,” Steve said.
“Hold your arm out,” Harsh said. He swabbed Rance’s arm, then hit the vein on the first try.
“Are all your people medics?” Rance asked.
“Yeah. But some more than others. You take a hit or get sliced open on mission, you hope that Feral or Frenzy is with you, though,” Harsh said.
“Or you,” Feral said as he motioned for Hail to hold the chloroform cloth to Gwen’s face.
“Not if you’re me. I can’t work on myself,” Harsh said.
“Lucky for you,” Frenzy said, grinning at Rance, “you got all three of us.”
“That’s enough for now,” Feral said to Hail as he started working on cleaning the blood from Gwen’s wound so he could try to find the damage.
“Steve! You know what happened?” Jack asked.
“It was the battle I told you about as she was leading more females and children to the shelter in the forest. We came in on the end of it. Claws, not a knife. Should be jagged, not a clean slice.”
Feral started prodding the wound.
“Did she win?” Frenzy asked, as he worked to get another line in Gwen’s other arm to transfuse some of Rance’s blood to her.
“Oh, yeah. Two males down, both dead,” Steve said.
“Whaaat? Your girl’s a badass, Rance!” Frenzy said, keeping up banter the entire time they kept working, just as he had when he worked on Findley.
“Reigna Gwen could easily take on any of the males in our Pride. Her Lion is big and strong. She moves with the same grace as her Lion that she does in her human skin,” Steve said.
“We got anything to cauterize a wound with?” Feral asked.
“You got it?” Frenzy asked.
“Think so. If I can cauterize the wound, I think it’ll heal. The flesh around it is healthy. It’s just a jagged tear, multiple bleeders, but it’s not an artery,” Feral said.
They all kind of looked at each other, they didn’t routinely carry cauterizing tools with them.
“I know it’s not medical, but what about the soldering irons we used to burn patterns into the leather on the purses and belts?” Alison asked.
Everybody looked her way.
“Fucking brilliant. Go get one!” Jack said.
“I’ll be back!” Alison said, as she ran toward the door, excited to have been able to help.
“Take one of the side by sides!” Jack yelled.
“Yes, sir!” Alison called back right before the door slammed behind her.
“Is she safe going alone?” Feral asked.
“She is. This mountain is safe on a normal day. We’re on high alert so it’s even safer.”
