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Malia explained that the sheriff had brought them in. “They were shot and found in a field.”

“Who are they?”

“Ryan and Luke Lattimore.”

Her aunt pressed her lips together. Malia hadn’t expected that reaction. “You know them?”

“Not well, dear. Why don’t you do what you do best in the operating room, and I’ll wait for David and the two patients to arrive.”

“Thanks.” As much as she wanted to question her aunt about her reaction, Malia needed to do some prep work for David’s arrival.

She rushed to the back of the house where the mini-hospital was located. Once Malia set out the instruments her cousin would need, she waited for everyone to show up. Good thing she’d sedated the men, or they might have insisted they heal themselves. While a wolf could recover with a bullet inside him, it was safer to remove it.

It wasn’t long before Wyatt, Hayden, David, and the two patients arrived. They carried in one injured man and then the other, placing each on a bed. If she were more skilled, she could help David remove the bullets. For now, all she could do was assist her cousin and keep the men under until the procedure was finished.

“Thanks guys, for helping,” David told his two workers.

“We’ll head back to the hospital if you don’t need us,” Wyatt said.

“Go ahead. If anyone asks, tell them I left because I wasn’t feeling well.”

“Will do.”

She and David spent the next few minutes putting on their gowns, even though werewolves weren’t as susceptible to germs as humans.

Once he prepped the first man for surgery, he looked over at her. “Ready?”

“Let’s do this.”

CHAPTERTWO

Ryan opened his eyes, expecting to see either those men who beat him or the bright blue sky. Neither was the case. Instead, he saw a vision of loveliness. Intense blue eyes, blonde hair pulled back into a bun, and full lips looking down at him.

When she smiled, his cock hardened, and his teeth sharpened.What the hell was that about?At first, he thought she might be a figment of his imagination until he sensed a werewolf signature or two, implying this wasn’t a dream. He looked to his left where another man was standing over his brother.

“How are you feeling?” she asked before Ryan could finish getting his bearings.

Her question caused reality to rush in like a ten-foot wave, forcing him to refocus on what had happened. His body ached, but not as bad as when the men were beating the shit out of him. “Okay, I guess.”

He was too embarrassed to say he and his brother had let some guys rob them blind and then beat them to a pulp.

“You had three bullets in you, but none even came close to your heart. You were lucky.”

Ryan attempted to smile, but his face wouldn’t cooperate. He looked down at his right wrist and flexed his fingers. They seemed to be working. “Real lucky.”

“You must have pissed off someone.”

“We did. We were trying to stop six guys from stealing our livelihood.”Damn. He’d just told himself to keep that to himself.

“I’m so sorry. Did you know them?”

“No.” Considering he was wearing chaps, she probably figured out he was a rancher. He glanced over at Luke, needing to look away from the pity in her eyes. “How’s my brother?”

“He’s fine. Dr. Weston is finishing removing the bullets right now. Your brother was only hit in the arm and leg. I imagine in a few hours, you’ll be good as new. If you want to shift, you will heal faster.”

“Shift? Here? What if someone comes in?”

“Sorry. I should have mentioned that you aren’t at a regular hospital. The doctor and I moved you. This is actually my uncle’s home. It’s designed to treat werewolves.”