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He was already busy pulling the phone down from the desk. It clanged loudly as it thudded to the floor beside him. He had never been so thankful for a landline in his life because he had no idea where his cell phone was. He dialed emergency services with one hand and held Vivian with the other.
He spoke quickly when the person on the other end answered. They asked him to stay on the line as they dispatched an ambulance but he barely heard them. Footsteps sounded outside the office and he dropped the phone as Dominic rushed into the room with Wren right behind him.
“Oh fuck.” Dominic’s gaze winged around the room and he put a hand to his mouth. “No. God, no.”
“Logan?” Wren rushed straight to his side, her hands moving over him. “You’re bleeding.”
“It’s not mine. It’s Viv.” He choked on the words and Wren slid an arm around him, rubbing his back.
“She’s strong. She’ll be okay.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Logan saw Dominic slowly move to where Byron lay. His friend knelt down beside him and Logan closed his eyes and looked away. He already knew that his father wasn’t breathing, just as he knew that if Dominic felt the need to try and save him, then that was his right, but Logan wouldn’t, couldn’t, do it himself.
He let himself lean on Wren, into the warmth of her touch, and when he felt the curls of energy seeping into him he had to fight more tears. He nuzzled his face into her neck and breathed in that incredible scent that came from the mix of their mating bond. She was hurting too, he could sense it through their connection, but she was actively pushing her strength into him through the power of their bond.
He wanted to tell her what it meant to him, that she was trying to take care of him, to help him heal, but the words wouldn’t come. Not now. So he simply leaned on her and hoped she could feel him too and that it would be enough for now.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Wren held onto Logan and did her best to navigate the new bond between them. She focused all her energy on lending him her strength. He needed it, maybe more than he even knew, and if it was all she could do for him right now, then she’d give him everything she had.
She wished, more than anything, that she had ignored the order to stay outside. She should have gone back into the office with Logan but she’d been so upset by the barrage of truths she had discovered. Then, when she’d felt the rush of heat and fury, grabbing at her chest in shock as she felt Logan’s emotions through the bond, she should have gone to him then. But Vivian had taken one look at her and told her to stay put, that her presence would only distract Logan, and then she’d gone inside to help her brother. She’d told Wren to stay outside and wait for Dominic, not wanting him to think they’d left when he didn’t see them on the front step.
It had been a ploy to keep her out of danger. Vivian had been following Logan’s orders to keep her safe. Only, by going in alone, Vivian was the one who had been hurt and Wren wasn’t sure she could ever forgive herself for not being strong enough to stand by her mate as he confronted the Alpha if she died.
She wasn’t sure how long she held onto Logan as he held his unconscious sister in his arms. It felt like hours but was likely mere minutes. The sirens had started up at almost the same time Dominic arrived and they’d gone rushing into the office. Shadow Pines was a small town and the medical clinic wasn’t far. Still, when the paramedics came rushing into the office, Wren wished they’d been faster.
The two men looked around, taking in the scene. Wren noted the way their eyes went wide before they split up. One kneeled next to the Alpha to check on him and Wren realized she’d forgotten all about him in her rush to get to Logan and she didn’t care if he too was unconscious, because Vivian was the one who was bleeding everywhere.
The second paramedic raced towards them and knelt down next to Vivian, “What happened?”
“She hit her head on the corner of the desk. It knocked her out and there was so much blood.” Logan’s voice quivered and Wren squeezed his arm reassuringly.
“Did you move her?”
“I… yeah.” Logan winced. “I didn’t think. I just needed to hold her, to try and wake her up. Do you think… could I have made it worse?”
“I’m sure it’ll be fine.” The paramedic’s voice was soft and soothing. “But I’m going to need you to let go of her now so we can get her onto a board and move her to the ambulance.”
“I… okay. Okay, yeah.” Logan hesitantly released her as the paramedic moved in to slide a board beneath her.
“Rick, help me get her in the ambulance.” he called over his shoulder.
“The Alpha…” The second paramedic, Rick, hesitated but a growl from Logan got him moving.
The two men gently moved Vivian onto the stretcher and then strapped her down. They did a three count and then hefted her up. They paused and looked at Logan as he scrambled to his feet.
“We’ll get her to the hospital and then come back for the Alpha.”
“I’m going with you.” Logan didn’t phrase it as a question and Wren pushed herself to her feet as well.
She needed to go home and take a shower, wash off the fear and panic that had seeped into her clothes. Maybe she could run by the Alpha’s house and get Logan some of his things as well. Would he be okay with that? Could she handle going to the house where her sister had died? She steeled her spine, knowing it was the least she could do for her mate.
“Of course. You can ride in the ambulance with us and give us her medical history. Is there anything we need to know? Prior head injuries, immune disorders…” The medic trailed off when Logan winced.
“She’s pregnant.”
A gasp escaped Wren before she could swallow it but she didn’t think anyone heard her because the growl that ripped through the room at Logan’s words was much, much louder. She jerked her head to where Dominic stood, face pale and eyes dark. His jaw twitched and he looked downright murderous.