Page 60 of Shadow of Fury
“She’s what?” He looked from where Vivian lay on the stretcher to Logan. “She didn’t say… you didn’t say…”
“That’s important and good to know.” The paramedic broke in. “We’ll let the hospital know so they can be prepared. We need to get moving.”
“Let’s go.” Logan nodded before shooting a last glance at his best friend, “Stay here and oversee this mess.”
Dominic’s lips twitched as if he wanted to say something but he only gave a brief nod of acknowledgement.
Wren trailed behind Logan as he followed the paramedics outside to the ambulance. She watched as they carefully loaded Vivian and then one of them rushed around to the driver's side. Logan stepped up into the back and then turned, offering a hand to Wren.
She paused, “I thought I…”
Logan stared at her, “You're my family now. You’re our family and I’m not letting you out of my sight. Not until we figure out this mess. Hell, maybe not ever. Come on.”
Wren’s heart swelled and she let Logan take her hand and pull her up into the ambulance beside Vivian’s stretcher. He kept her hand in his and gave her a squeeze that she returned. She focused on pushing her strength through the bond again and felt Logan breathe deeply beside her.
“Thank you.” he whispered softly as the ambulance started moving and the paramedic began to hook Vivian up to wires and beeping machines. “But I’m okay.”
“You’re not. And it’s okay to admit it.” she whispered back.
“I just wish there was a way to give my strength to Viv.” he admitted.
“I know.” Wren leaned into him. “But she’s going to be okay. She’s strong and she’s a fighter. She’ll make it through this. We all will.”
Logan wrapped her in his arms and nuzzled his face against her hair. Wren breathed him in, the new scent of their mating still there, beneath the blood and sweat and tears. So much had changed today but that hadn’t. They were bonded, mated, for better or worse.
They reached the hospital in less than ten minutes and then there was a flurry of activity. She and Logan were forced from the ambulance as a team of doctors swarmed. It was rare for their kind to need actual medical doctors. Their wolves had the power to heal most minor injuries after all. But despite the many old traditions that the pack still honored, they had a hospital where the healers and those who had earned degrees in medical fields, could work together in a healthy, sterile environment.
Wren had a vague memory of her parents discussing the hospital when she was a child. The Alpha had touted it as a way for their little town to appear more natural to any humans who wandered through the area. As she’d gotten older, she’d realized it was likely more about the Alpha having the ability to oversee and control the medical care of anyone in the pack at his whim.
She wondered randomly if, after this, the Alpha would insist they purchase a second ambulance since he’d been left behind while they dealt with the more serious injuries Vivian had suffered.
Logan took her hand again, as if he couldn’t bear to be without her touch, as they followed the paramedics through the sliding glass doors. She laced their fingers together and stayed by his side. She had so much to apologize to him for, to make right, and she would start by being whatever he needed in this terrible situation.
One of the paramedics pointed to a waiting area, “You can sit there and someone will come and update you once they’ve stabilized her.”
Logan stopped walking and Wren was jerked to a stop as well. She frowned as she watched the paramedics and doctors rush through another set of doors and disappear behind them. There was a woman sitting behind a desk, gaping at them and Wren turned her back to the receptionist and focused on her mate.
“You need to get checked out too.”
His brows furrowed, “I’m fine.”
“You’re not fine. You’re covered in blood, Logan.”
He glanced down at himself, as though he was just realizing it himself. Wren’s stomach had turned at the mere sight of him in that office and he hadn’t even noticed he was injured. There was blood in his hair, crusted above his eye and his hands and clothes were stained with it. Her own hand, which he still held, was also red with the transfer from his skin.
“I told you. It’s not mine.”
She frowned, using her free hand to gently touch the spot above his eye, “You have a gash right here and who knows what else…”
“Stop.” He grabbed her hand and pulled it from his face. “I’m fine. It’s just a cut and it’s already healing.”
“I’m worried about you.” she said softly. “I’m just trying to help.”
“I know you are but I’m fine. I’m more worried about Viv right now.” He moved towards the nearest chair and collapsed down into it. “Viv and the baby…”
“Yeah.” Wren took the chair beside him, brows furrowed. “She’s pregnant? That’s… news.”
He shot her a pained look, “I know you have questions, not just about Viv but about everything and I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you anything you want to know, later. Can you just not push me for answers right now? Not right now. P-please?”