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“Justin.” Not a word more about his identity.
Bosse wheezed another breath. “You going to sell us, too?”
Justin raised his eyebrows. “No. I’ve got a medic on the way. Try to stay with me.” He squatted down, and his power withdrew. This shifter was something unusual for sure. Justin proceeded to keep Bosse talking. “Where’d you come from?”
“Escaped Slovakia... imprisoned two years.” Bosse fought for air and squeezed his eyes shut every time pain ripped through him. “Lion shifter... captures different shifters to... fight in an arena. He’s insane.”
Justin didn’t comment immediately.
Another shifter in human form showed up smelling of wolf and wearing a disgruntled frown. He carried a medical case. He asked, “Who killed that Mort guy?”
Sighing, Justin said, “I had to order the strike, or he’d have slaughtered this one.”
That sounded like this man chose to save Bosse over keeping Mort alive to interrogate, which made no sense.
Who was Bosse to him or his people that he’d lose a resource?
Scowling, the medic dropped to one knee to start working on Bosse’s side first.
Bosse asked, “Are you a doctor?”
“No.” He glanced at Bosse’s ravaged arm and scowled harder.
For someone tasked with healing a shifter, this one sounded pissed about his line of work.
Stepping a distance away, Justin made a call on his mobile phone and spoke quietly into it.
Bosse only heard muffled words over the wolf shifter medic grumbling about the massive damage Bosse and Titan had suffered. Did he think they hadn’t noticed? Maybe these shifters were really going to help him, but help depended upon the point of view once they chose to move him.
Justin returned and asked Bosse, “Are you with a pack?”
“No.” That question gave Bosse pause. With no pack affiliation, what would these shifters do with him? Alifair had warned him about being caught as a lone wolf and sent somewhere he’d be expected to stay.
It wasn’t as if he and Titan could get up and fight again for any hope of escape. Not yet. His vision got darker. “Please... don’t lock me up.”
Justin frowned instead of replying, which was not an encouraging sign.
That look sank Bosse’s hope of remaining free. His head throbbed, and he couldn’t feel his good arm.
“Put pressure on that arm.Now!” the medic yelled.
Bosse closed his eyes and fell into a dark hole.
