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“Well, well, well, if it isn’t three shifters right here on our mountain,” one of them said.
“You know that shifters aren’t wanted around here. I’m sure that you know what we do to shifters. However, if you come along peacefully with us, I’m sure that we could have a nice cozy conversation,” a tall man with a grizzled voice said. “Otherwise, we can kill you where you stand. It makes no never mind to us.”
Micah, Dean, and Lucy all exchanged glances. Lucy bared her teeth toward the hunter closest to her and started to back away.
The man pulled a gun and said, “Oh, no, you don’t.”
Lucy continued to growl, but she didn’t move.
“You’re coming with us,” the grizzled voiced man said.
He leveled his gun at Lucy, and Micah leapt. He felt the searing pain in his side as the bullet tore through him. However, he didn’t stop. He could hear Dean and Lucy growling and fighting. Two more shots were fired, but Micah didn’t know where they went to.
Micah grabbed the man’s arm with his mouth when he pulled out the knife and tried to slash Micah. Knowing he had no choice, as this man was intent on killing him, Micah bit the man on the neck and ripped. He whirled around to see that the other three hunters were also dead.
Dean and Lucy rushed toward him as he fell over, dizzy and weak from the blood loss. The world was spinning around in circles and there was darkness closing in around the edges.
“We have to get you back to town,” Lucy yelled.
“You have to take care of the bodies, first,” Micah gasped out, ignoring the excruciating pain that wracked his body as he tried to breathe and speak. “The mine we passed…”
“You’re right,” Dean said. “Lucy and I will take care of it.”
Lucy turned to human form and put two of the bodies across Dean’s back. Then, she shifted back to wolf form and the two of them each grabbed a person and laboriously drug them off to the mine they saw about a mile away.
Micah laid on the snowy ground, feeling weaker and weaker.
“Sorry it took so long,” Dean said. “We made sure to clean up the drag marks in the snow and any evidence of blood.”
Micah tried to nod but failed.
Lucy and Dean shifted and dressed. Then, they asked Micah if he had enough strength to shift. He did. They helped him dress and, between the two of them carried him back to Micah’s truck. The world had spun out of control, and Micah didn’t remember the walk back down the mountain.
When he woke up again, he was lying in Lucy’s room at the inn. He managed to open his eyes just a slit. A gray-haired older man, who looked to be about a hundred and twenty was standing over him.
A clink in a metal container echoed throughout the room. The man straightened and walked over to Lucy, handing her the container.
“The bullet nicked his liver,” the old man told Lucy and Dean. “Quite honestly, I’m surprised that he’s still alive.”
Lucy nodded, but Dean said, “He’s very stubborn. He wouldn’t let a little thing like a bullet get in his way.”
The doctor showed Lucy how to make a compact out of some herbs that the doctor had in a bag and put it on the wound.
“This will help reduce the risk of infection and help the wound heal,” he said.
The man handed Lucy some pills and bags of herbs, giving her instructions on how to change the poultices and when to give him the pills.
“Here is my card. Call me if anything changes or if you need anything. I’ll be back in a couple of days to check on him,” the doctor said.
After he left, Dean said, “You’re gonna play nurse, huh?”
“Of course,” Lucy said. “If I wasn’t here, you know that you would.”
“Yeah, but I’m not as cute a nurse as you are.” He laughed.
Lucy chuckled and said, “Get out of here.”
“Call me if you need anything,” Dean said.
