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Bowen lunged forward, his possessive snarl warning the younger male away. My wolf growled along with his unit mate. I strained against the partial shift hovering against my skin, keeping my composure and blocking Bowen’s path while I tried to de-escalate the situation.
His need to eliminate whatever threatened the Omega took me by surprise. My wolf’s reaction was equally puzzling—he wanted to touch, mark, and claim. He needed it.
I needed it.
I’d never felt so close to the edge.
Every moment spent denying my wolf provoked my instincts. Every unmated male posed a threat to our bond until it was complete.
Her heat wasn’t helping.
The smell of her slick had grown more potent on our walk to the medical center, and I was sporting a semi-permanent hard-on by the time we arrived.
I’d never smelled anything so singularly consuming. Even my iron-fisted restraint was fraying.
Korren shrewdly assessed us. “Corey, you and the rest of the team can handle the patient in room ten. I’ll deal with this myself.”
Logically, I knew they wouldn’t try to claim our Omega, but my wolf didn’t relax until the unmated males exited. When only the mated head Healer remained, my wolf finally accepted that there was no competition for his mate.
Gentry and Theron entered the room ten minutes later. The moment they crossed the threshold, their nostrils flared. Our bond sparked, crackling like wildfire, and I knew they felt the draw to this Omega as well. It was a call from the Goddess herself.
Our fated mate.
Gentry’s red brows furrowed as he stepped closer to the unconscious wolf. His eyes flashed from blue to gold, meeting mine for confirmation.
I nodded.
“How?” he asked, eyes gleaming.
“I don’t know,” I said.
Theron lingered by the door, crossing his arms over his chest and analyzing the scene with a blank expression. I would’ve thought him unaffected if it weren’t for the shallow pulse in his jaw.
“She’ll be okay,” Korren said, looking over his charts before turning his attention to us. “Even so, she’s dehydrated, malnourished, and on the brink of hypothermia. If you hadn’t gotten her here when you did, we’d be looking at limb restoration and rehabilitation.”
My wolf growled, rejecting the possibility.
“What do we do?” Gentry asked, eyes glued to her curled-up form.
“We wait for her to wake up. Keep her warm and hydrated until then. Her vitals look good, and her wolf has a steady heartbeat, but I’ll have to assess her again when she’s conscious to see the extent of the damage.”
Wood scraped along the linoleum, and when we all looked at the doorway, we found Bowen dragging chairs into the room.
When Bowen noticed our staring, he shrugged. “We’re gonna be here a while. Figured I’d get some chairs.”
Theron helped him with the furniture, then sat closest to the doorway.
“Oh, there is one more thing,” Korren said. “There is a strange pattern to her fur growth on her left flank.”
My eyes zeroed in on the spot where her golden fur thinned. The hair was sparse, twisting and twirling in a circle slightly larger than a coin. I wouldn’t have noticed if Korren hadn’t pointed it out.
Something about it put my wolf on edge. He wanted me to inspect it further.
“Something we should be concerned about?” I asked.
“No, not yet at least.”
“Well, that’s comforting,” Bowen snarked.
