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The snarling jaws were inches from Salvador’s neck when Gia rose from the ground next to him with a pop. She grabbed the wolf’s rear leg, twisting it until it popped out of the joint. The wolf turned on her with a snarl, so she punched it in the muzzle, tossing its unconscious body over her shoulder.
“Thank—”
Gia held up a hand, pointing down the hill. “We’ve got injured, and you are far more valuable as a medic. Douglas will lose wolves if you don’t get your a*s down there. Go triage.”
He looked as if he wanted to argue, but he simply closed his mouth with a sharp nod and ran down the hill.
She grabbed his arm before he got too far. “Watch your a*s and don’t get dead,” she ordered, letting him go.
Salvador beamed. “I love you, too,” he said, bending over for a short, searing kiss
