Page 78 of Wolf Unseen

That sounded even less fun than being a wolf’s chew toy.

Ignoring the pain from my broken rib, I lifted my head to make eye contact with the wolf. My she-wolf insisted he wouldn’t hurt us. She seemed to think he was ours and he’d intervened to protect us. She said the same about the lion, but I didn’t believe that either.

However, since the wolf hadn’t tried eating me yet, I took a gamble and addressed him directly. The lion was correct. I needed to see the healer before my lung collapsed, or worse, I suffered a fatal brain bleed. Neither sounded fun.

“Hey, wolfie,” I gritted out. The beast stopped snarling at the lion shifter and turned its golden eyes toward me. “Can you back off so Simba here can take me to the healer? Pretty please?”

The wolf cocked his head to one side as if he were actually considering my request. Then, to my surprise, he shoved past the lion shifter and nuzzled me, huffing loudly. A cold, wet nose sniffed my neck. It tickled, and I couldn’t stop myself from giggling. The wolf chuffed and licked me before backing off. With a crack of bones, he shifted back into a male.

A large, very handsome, and very naked male.

“I’ll deal with you later,” Leone snapped before turning his back on the male, who growled threateningly in response.

“Be a good boy,” I warned the wolf shifter male, who instantly stopped growling.

Two large hands carefully lifted me from the ground. I wanted to thank the wolf for saving me, but the pain from being moved was so intense everything went dark before a single word passed my lips.

46

Tank

“What the fuck was that all about?” the lion shifter hissed as we sat outside the healer’s office. “I could have you expelled for attacking other students!”

He wasn’t wrong. Launching an unprovoked attack on another student was a serious offense, even for me. And to do it in front of a faculty member was…dumb.

Everything had been fine until I caught a whiff of burned sugar on the breeze as we left the forest. One huff later, my wolf woke up and dragged me closer to the dodgeball game.

Nothing made sense at that point. The wolf with the burned sugar scent was female. We’d curled up around her in the forest, listening to her heart thump as she slept.

There were no female students here.

So why did my wolf want me to watch the game?

Just as I was about to leave, I saw two much larger shifters attack the little hybrid. His cry broke the chains on my beast, who surged forward to protect the smaller wolf.

It wasn’t until my beast got closer that I realized it was the hybrid who smelled of burned sugar. Somehow, he was my mate.

I scrubbed my hand through my scalp, unsure of how to answer the lion’s question. I still didn’t fully understand it myself. The hybrid was male yet his wolf was female?

I’d never heard of such a thing before.

Instead of replying, I grunted something unintelligible, hoping the lion shifter fucked off and left me in peace. Once the witch had healed the little hybrid wolf, I’d carry him back to our apartment.

“You could have killed those two idiots,” Leone muttered while gripping the edge of the chair so tightly that the plastic cracked. He ground his teeth as we both stared at the closed door.

The old bitch had kicked us out after Leone placed the little wolf on an examination table. He’d passed out when the lion picked him up, which nearly set my wolf off again.

Leone was right, as much as it pained me to admit it. I could have killed the two wolves, and the only reason I hadn’t finished the job was because the little wolf needed me. My enhanced hearing had picked up the awful sucking sound he made each time he inhaled. By then, I was cognizant enough to recognize an injury that required urgent attention.

I leaned back in the hard chair that was way too small for my ass and stretched my legs out, grateful for the shorts the healer had thrown at me when we arrived.

“Your beast listened to Scott,” Leone commented in a low voice after the silence stretched between us. Unfortunately, he seemed disinclined to leave me alone.

“Scott?”

“Riley Scott, the hybrid shifter.” Oh. I hadn’t known his name. Hadn’t connected him with the female wolf I’d been searching for ever since the forest incident. Although I should have.

In hindsight, it explained why the little wolf had been unaffected by my alpha command that day in the dining hall—true mates were immune.