Shane helped his father to his feet as Lane forced Christian to his. Isaiah leaned heavily on Shane, holding his side as he did.
“Is the bullet still in your side, father?” Shane asked concerned.
“I think so. I am not sure. But it is not even trying to heal,” Isaiah said, grimacing as they started to move. Connor and the other Alphas came through the trees in their wolf forms just then. When Connor saw that Lane was holding Christian, he began to growl. Within the blink of an eye he had shifted and was in Christian’s face.
“You are supposed to be locked in the dungeon at my packhouse. What are you doing here?!” Connor yelled into his face. Christian just stood there and began to laugh. Christian never looked at Connor. He never took his eyes off of Isaiah. Connor followed his gaze, real
