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keep it in reserve,” I said with a wary
smile.
    Dean played a few card games with me, caught
me up on the latest action movies, and sent me to bed on a full
stomach with a changed shoulder bandage.
    It was a good end to a not so great last few
days.
…
    A loud noise woke me up. Startled, I jerked
to clutch my gun hidden under the pillow, listening for another
noise to determine exactly where the threat was coming from.
    I heard furniture crashing in the living room
above followed by low growls. I cursed my inferior hearing, dashing
up the basement stairs to the mess, formally known as the living
room. The females had returned. Jay the alpha from last night was
giving an order to the black wolf that had effectively destroyed
the living room.
    Scanning my eyes, I found Logan’s who shook
his head before his eyes traveled down lower to where my pants
should have been instead of just my neon green undies. Oops.
Lorraine behind Logan scowled at me, mouthing something not
flattering I was sure. I sighed, lowering my gun stance, seeing as
they had it under control.
    Maybe not under control but no one was dying,
I amended, huffing back down the stairs.
    I heard Logan bellow my name as the weight of
the female wolf shifter landed on my back, propelling me down the
stairs. Making the decision to lose the gun in favor of tucking and
rolling, I hit the hallway wall before bouncing off and under the
black wolf.
    Wonderful.
    Her muzzle reeked so close to my nose,
blowing stale hot breathe. I was wrong, this situation was nowhere
near under control. Turning slowly, I laid flat on my back bearing
my neck in a submissive stance, noting the shift of the emotions in
her eyes. In one moment, she was ready to tear my throat out and in
the next, she was scared, her body language dipping only slightly
before turning back to deadly. She was no more human, but
beast.
    I heard Logan wresting with someone upstairs.
If I had to guess, it was her mate. They didn’t take the change
well, ever. If they did, I wouldn’t be the one having to kill the
out of control shifters so often. I stared into the ice blue eyes
of her wolf for a long moment and saw the shift again to human in
her eyes. I could try and save her, but it was going to hurt like
hell.
…
    The struggle against the silver chaining to
me the bed was long fought. I was conscious a few times to see
Logan sitting next to me, to see Dean cleaning the wound I didn’t
know I had on my other forearm, and to listen to the alpha beg for
his mate’s life.
    Logan looked exhausted, dark circles under
his eyes hinting at a lack of sleep. Pulling emotions from a
shifter in beast form was stupid - idiotic even. No one ever
accused me of being highly intelligent.
    The beast was pure emotions and only time
could dwindle the lingering emotions from my body. My only hope, as
I pulled chaffing my wrists on the chains, was that it gave the
alpha’s mate some time to get her shit together. Otherwise this was
all a waste.
    I heard Gram’s voice on the speaker phone,
“Keep the room clear, too many alphas and she will break her own
hands to get out of there. Do not let anyone else in the room with
her, a submissive will kick her already over protective nature into
high gear. Also, do not under any circumstances feed her meat.”
    Dean asked hesitantly, “What if we already
did?”
    “Get a bucket, it’s coming back up,” Grams
answered solidly.
    “How do you now all of this?” Logan asked
clearly impressed
    Grams scoffed, “You think this is the first
time she has either been bitten or pulled a beast’s emotions? We
have an entire handbook on how to handle this situation.” She took
a deep breath, “If that is all gentleman?”
    “Yes, thank you,” Logan answered, ending the
call.
    Jay asked quietly, “They have manuals?”
    I heard myself growl, “Bucket.”
    “Shit.” Dean said scrambling. He guided me.
Hopefully, I wasn’t making such a huge mess as the raw meat they
gave me came back up.