Trapped With A Luna Werewolf

ChapterFive

Blood soaked the right shoulder and collar of her sweatshirt. He took a steadying breath and reached for the scissors in the kit. Check her for injuries, Dr. Peter had said.

Easier said than done.

His finger and thumb hardly fit through the hole and for a moment he considered letting his claws grow just enough to slice the fabric away. But he couldn’t risk her waking up and seeing his mutant hands, half werewolf, half human.

He’d made his ‘no humans’ rule for a very good reason. He didn’t date humans. Didn’t kiss humans. Didn’t sleep with humans and certainly didn’t let himself feel anything for them.

He couldn’t afford to.

Managing as best he could, he cut the gray material and then ripped it apart with his hands. The sound brought back memories of the occasional tryst and overwhelming passion that he’d succumbed to in the past.

Not this time. This time the beautiful woman in his bed was a patient. A human patient. And nothing more.

As gently as he could, he checked her for other injuries. Try as he might, he couldn’t stop noticing delicate little details about her. The shape of her collar bone, the dewy softness of her skin, the scalloped edge of her pale blue b*a. How did doctors remain impartial? She wasn’t a bunch of body parts.

She was a lovely flesh and blood woman. Right now the red smear on her shoulder gave him cause for concern. A cut of some sort?

Slowly, he rolled her over to investigate the blood on her shoulder.

Damn.

Spencer knew a gunshot wound when he saw one. He’d lost track of how many times he’d been shot, but he knew how much it hurt.

Maybe there’d be something in the kit to help with the pain. He studied the contents: gauze, tweezers, little packets of something, and tape. As he retrieved the supplies he tried to remember how he’d seen doctors in the field treat the wounds. Clean, extract the bullet, bandage. Was it really that simple?

After he let Lucky back inside, he washed his hands and then began cleaning Nita’s wound. What had she done to get herself shot? Surely, it had to be related to the man she’d said was after her.

Spencer checked her pulse. Finding a steady rhythm, he reached for the tweezers and the lights went out.

Knew that was gonna happen,” he mumbled and reached into the nightstand for a flashlight.

Nita felt safe and warm for the first time in months. With him to protect her she had nothing to fear. She was certain of it. As certain as she was that there was no way she could let herself be mated to that i***t Stienhurst. But she wouldn't think of that now.

Now she wanted to concentrate on the stranger who calmed her soul. Though it was dark and she couldn't read his face, she knew he was looking at her. She could feel his eyes on her, as real as any caress. His quiet movements and gentle touch reassured her. The soft words he whispered made her crave his protection.

“Don't leave me,” she begged, pride gone. When had her voice gotten so husky?

“I won't,” he replied. He was close. “You're safe.” Somewhere behind her a dog barked loud and furiously, startling her from her serenity. “It's okay, he won't hurt you.”

Something about his voice soothed her. The steady timber, the utter calm. His promise to stay with her loosened the strangle hold of fear.

“I’ll be right back.” He moved away, she heard his footsteps on the floor and then the flick of a match. The freezing ground numbed her shoulders, her back.

“So cold,” she whispered.

She heard a shuffling sound and then a small pop. A tiny flame flickered to life, dancing as it lapped at the wood. Her savior stood over the fire. He held a long stick in his hands, watching, waiting. Then, as if satisfied with the fire’s progress, he glanced at her.

Startled by his masculine beauty, she sucked in a painful breath. Firelight glinted off his dark eyes and shadows played across his arrestingly handsome features highlighting a strong jaw and kissable lips. His hair was golden in the warm light and long, almost brushing his shoulders.

Electricity gathered in the space, filling it with an odd, but not entirely scary sort of tension.

He knelt by the fire and rearranged the logs. She watched his easy movements. Who was this man? So big. So quiet and self assured. Ready and able to battle the elements.

There was another snap-pop and then a steady blaze lit the room. Nita glanced up at the cavernous ceiling. A stone room with jagged walls surrounded them. A cave…it had to be.