“He probably can’t open his eyes,” Rhone told her.
Something moved in front of me. Her hand, probably.
“You’re going to get yourself killed,” Sutton warned.
“He won’t kill me. Bloom would cry,” she said. “If you can hear us, Maverick, you’re squishing my best friend with your hulking mass of muscle. She’ll heal better if you roll over or something. Some of these other giants can help you get her to the bed if you let them.”
“Don’t volunteer us for that,” Nolan grumbled. “I want to keep my head.”
“If she dies, he’s going to kill you anyway,” Sutton murmured.
Harper was right—I was going to have to swallow my pride and let them drag me to the bed.
“Do it.” The words were a rasp. I wasn’t sure they’d even understand it.
They all argued and grumbled, but managed to use a couple blankets they found in my apartment to drag us to the bed and haul me, with Bloom on top of me, up to the mattress.
As soon as she was safely in my arms, surrounded by my scent alone, I crashed.
“How many timesdo I have to tell you not to get close to them?” Rhone growled.
“At least a thousand more,” Harper snapped back. “My best friend nearly died, and we barely know you guys. I’m not just going to leave her to—he’s awake.”
I managed to get my eyes open. The ceiling was unsteady as I eased myself up higher on the pillows so I could look around the room. I was weak, but otherwise fine.
Rhone put a protein shake in my hand as soon as I was steady. When he stepped back, giving Bloom space, I forced myself to drain it quickly, my gaze glued to the woman on my chest.
She was still pale, but she was breathing, and her expression was calm.
She had survived.
That was what mattered.
I’d find the fucker who did this to her as soon as we were healed.
“What are those?” Harper asked. He probably had two or three more. I’d lost a fuck ton of blood.
“Fortified protein drinks. Werewolves require more calories than humans or vampires,” Rhone said flatly.
“They look really… thick.” She sounded disgusted.
“They are. It’s like drinking pudding.”
Harper made a gagging noise.
He put the second one in my hand.
“Go get food. I’ll keep an eye on them,” Rhone ordered.
“I’m not leaving her.”
“Go.” The threat in my Beta’s voice was heavy enough that Harper huffed, but headed out.
“I’ll give you five minutes to talk, but I’m waiting in the hallway,” she warned.
The door shut as I reached the bottom of the second drink, already feeling a little steadier.
“Who did it?”I asked him through the pack link. Harper could’ve been listening from outside, and I wasn’t sure I had the strength to speak aloud yet.
