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Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Jake

“Who pissed you off?” Terrell exclaimed when Jake stepped out of his truck in the nude.

“That’s not the best part,” Jake said sarcastically as he reached in the back seat and grabbed a pair of sweats to put on. Then he gingerly picked up the woman.

“Who is that?”

“I don’t know. I was over at The Alleyway and when I left I caught some guy getting ready to assault her. I couldn’t leave her there.”

“Why the hell not? Did you call the locals?”

“Yeah, they have the guy in custody.”

The woman in his arms started to shake and Jake knew it just a matter of time before her body wanted to rid itself of its contents. He ignored Terrell and raced into the compound and laid her on her side on the couch. Terrell hadn’t hesitated and ran to get a trash can, realizing what would be next. The two men worked silently to gather everything they would need to keep her comfortable. Jake brewed coffee and he and Terrell waited.

It took an hour before she finally started to throw up. Her shakes turned into all out convulsions making it difficult to keep her on her side so she didn’t choke. Jake tied her long dark hair back behind her neck and continued to wipe her forehead off in hopes to keep her cool. Terrell constantly moved the bucket to try and keep up with her convulsions while she threw up. They stayed like that for over an hour until her body went slack in defeat.

Jake felt her neck for a strong steady pulse, and then relaxed. Terrell sat back and wiped his forehead. Jake gave him a nod to let him know he appreciated his help without question. Their pack was one of a kind. The humans called them a special organization, Z.P.O. They just called themselves pack mates. They all believed in trying to make their little neck of the world a better place, so they did. What they were called didn’t matter.

In a world of pretentious bullshit, Jake liked the simplicity of it. Terrell left to clean up the can and clean himself up, leaving Jake alone with the woman. In the soft lighting of their compound living room, he finally got a chance to look the woman over. His bear came alert at first glance, giving Jake a strange sense of hope, but just as quickly as his bear came around, he flickered back out. The woman was beautiful, though. He growled at her choice of clothing, or lack of but couldn’t help but appreciate the assets they showed off.

Then he scolded himself for checking her out while she lay unconscious. Then he shrugged. If she didn’t want men looking she wouldn’t have dressed so seductively. If it’s out there on display, she must prefer it that way. He growled again at the thought of another man looking at her. Jake stood up and stretched his body. As the adrenaline wore off, sleep was close behind and that must have been why he was acting like such a nutcase.

He went to get himself cleaned up. Stopping to grab himself a blanket and pillow from his room, he made his way back to the living room to settle in. Sometimes people who overdose won’t just purge once so he wanted to be close by in case she started getting sick again. All too many times people die from simply choking on their own vomit. Drugs were a nasty business.

Jake got as comfortable as possible on the oversized chair and ottoman, and drifted off to sleep. Dreams of a beautiful woman with long dark hair danced through his dreams. For once, his bear seemed restless.