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Her beast growled. Good. They deserved it.
Maybe so, but the aftermath is going to be one huge headache.
I don’t care about that. We need to contact the clan and check on Aaron and the others.
In the ruckus, she’d temporarily forgotten about Aaron. He’s strong and will do fine. He’s too stubborn to die.
Still, I want to see him and make sure. Hopefully Killian has returned, too.
She spotted a phone on the floor of the car. I just need to call the others to check and update them on what’s happened. I’m going to have to shift and risk it.
Is that wise? We heal faster in dragon form.
Teagan wrenched off the side mirror from the car and lifted it. While the gash on her neck would need stitches, Hugh had missed the artery by a few inches. As long as I’m quick and apply pressure, I should be okay.
I don’t like it, but it’s the only option. Even I’ll admit we’re too weak to fly. And if we’re hit again, then who knows what will happen to the clan.
As if I don’t know that, dragon, Teagan replied dryly.
Teagan imagined her wings melding into her back, her limbs morphing back into arms and legs,
and her snout shrinking into a nose and face. The shift caused a sudden surge of pain and made her leg throb more than her throat, but she gritted her teeth, applied pressure to the gash on her neck, and ignored the pain as best she could.
She did glance down at her leg to take a closer look and ensure she wasn’t going to die. The deep gouge with burned edges was going to need medical attention for sure, but the wound wasn’t fatal; the most important thing was that the bleeding had stopped.
Hurry and make the call, her beast said.
Focusing her attention on the car, she lifted and tugged the handle, but nothing happened. Eyeing the mostly broken window, she tore off a piece of fabric from Orin’s shirt, careful to leave the cleanest bits to use as a bandage around her neck. She wrapped her hand and broke the remaining glass until she could safely lean into the car and pick up the phone.
With the prize in her possession, she tucked it between her knees so that she could also tear off a length from Orin’s sleeve. She tied it tightly around her throat, just enough to stop the bleeding but not enough to choke her. She’d never been so grateful for Killian’s field medic training sessions in her life.
Keeping her back to the wreckage and crouching down, it ensured nothing should be able to shoot her from behind. She wrenched off a hubcap to cover the top of her head. She then dialed central command’s number, and Brenna answered. “Yes?”
“This is Teagan. I don’t have a lot of time, but Orin and Padraig are dead, and Hugh is unconscious. I need backup as soon as possible.” She eyed Hugh’s dragon form. “As well as a car, a shot to force him into his human form, and restraints for Hugh.”
“What about the DDA? Do they know?”
Teagan was grateful for Brenna not wasting her time. “I’ll handle it right after I hang up with you. Is there anything I need to know about before I go? Is Aaron okay?”
“They found him inside the castle and he’s still unconscious. Dr. O’Brien is still working on an antidote for the mutated serum but is confident he can find it soon. The two doctors from Stonefire who found the original cure, Trahern Lewis and Emily Davies, are on their way here as well.”
“And Killian?”
Brenna sighed. “He hasn’t reached out. We’re still looking.”
She pushed away the twinge in her heart for her brother. “Killian will show up, I’m sure of it. I’ll give you my location and then wait here.” Teagan gave the directions and landmarks of her position before continuing, “If there are any medical personnel to spare, maybe have one come, too. One of the bastards shot me and another slashed me with his talons. It hurts like hell.”
“I’d ask if you’re okay, but you’d probably just brush it off as a scratch, even if your entrails were hanging out.”
Teagan snorted. “I’m still conscious. I’ll call you again if I need you.”
Hanging up, she took a deep breath and dialed the DDA liaison officer’s number. She had to report the event while adrenaline was keeping her going.
When the woman picked up, Teagan kept her voice calm as she stated, “This is Teagan O’Shea from Clan Glenlough. I’d like to report an incident.”
Chapter Nineteen
Brenna Rossi finished ordering some Protectors to go to Teagan’s aid, hung up the phone, and looked to Orla at her side. “I’m not sure what else we can do right now but wait.”
