Page 16 of Fated to the Wolf Cowboy
“Help!” I cried just as the edges of my vision started to fade away.
Maybe I’d just close my eyes for a few moments. Rest.
Was that footsteps I heard?
Had the trackers finally found me?
Perhaps being put to death wouldn’t be so bad after all, especially if it stopped the pain.
“What the hell is going on?” I thought I heard a man say, but I was too weak to open my eyes.
Make it quick,I thought, knowing this was the end.
“There’s a wolf down!” someone yelled.
I couldn’t quite make out the commotion around me. I could barely feel the large hands on my body checking me for injury.
My leg,I thought, but there was no way to relay that information.
“Broken hindleg. It’s pretty bad. I’m not sure we should move her.”
“We have to. We need to get her back to town. Doc will know what to do.”
“I think her hips dislocated, too. I can at least repair that.”
“Leave it, Travis. It’s okay. Let’s just carefully get her up on the horse and get her back.”
“What if we injure her worse, Ridge?”
“I can ride ahead and alert Sam. Maybe he can meet you halfway.”
“Good thinking, kid. Get moving.”
A groan escaped me as two men carefully lifted me into the air and positioned me over a horse.
“We’re gonna have to take this slow. I don’t think I should ride with her. Best we walk.”
“That’s gonna make for a long, miserable journey back.”
“I know, but I’m terrified I’m going to hurt her worse otherwise.”
“Who do you think she is?”
“Not from around here. Smell her.”
I heard a loud intake of air. “Shifter though.”
“Yeah, she’s one of us for sure.”
The two men talked as the horse began to move. I was struggling to concentrate though. Going in and out of consciousness made it hard to keep up with their conversation.
All I knew for certain was that help was on the way.
I’d have to face the consequences of squatting in foreign Pack territory later. For now, I just wanted to live regardless of what could happen to me, I thought, as the whole world spun into darkness.
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“Did you hear about Brady?” someone whispered.
