Page 23 of A Collier First Christmas
“The roundabout on Collier Street.”
“Okay, Luke and I are on our way.”
I was already walking down the hall towards the living room.
“Mom!” I yelled.
“Cammie’s just fine,” she replied.
I walked in to see them both on the floor. My daughter was laying on a blanket on her stomach as my mother encouraged her.
“We’re just having a little tummy time.”
“There’s been some sort of accident. I don’t really know what’s going on, but Lily needs me.”
“Go,” she said. “I’ll watch the baby.”
“Thanks, Mom,” I said trying not to panic as I turned and ran for the car.
Luke was already there and waiting in his truck to drive me over. I climbed in and off we sped.
When we arrived, it felt as it half the pack had gathered around. I didn’t need to push my way through, as Alpha, as soon as people noticed me, they jumped out of my way. I only had to growl at one unsuspecting spectator.
“What is going on?” I barked when I saw James but no sign of Lily.
The ugliest tree I’d ever seen was lying on the ground. It looked diseased or something.
“Where is my mate?” I demanded, causing a few people to jump back.
“Calm down,” James said completely unaffected by my rage. “She’s over here.”
Just on the other side of the tree sitting on the curb I finally saw her. Her face was bloodied and her arms were scratched. My wolf was roaring in my head.
I dropped to my knees before her and cradled her face in my hands.
She hissed in pain.
“Is she going to be okay?” I asked the doctor, who was already tending to her.
“Thomas, I’m fine,” Lily insisted, but I needed to hear that from the expert.
He smiled. “She’s fine, Alpha.”
“What happened?” I asked a little softer.
That’s when I heard Sydney snicker.
I glared at her. Luke was already by her side and trying not to laugh.
Lily huffed. “Don’t get mad at them. I can’t even blame her or anyone for laughing.”
“You’re hurt. This is no laughing matter.”
“Don’t get all Alpha macho with me right now. I tried to buy a tree for the town, but the lot was all out of them. They only had one left and the Santa there gave it to me for free when I explained my dilemma.” She sighed. “It’s a really ugly tree. I told the guys to load it back up. I’m not sure what I’m going to do with it, but it can’t be the town Christmas tree. It just can’t.”
“Okay,” I said through gritted teeth trying to hold my composure.
“Well, I don’t know exactly what happened, but suddenly the tree was flying through the air and landed on top of me. I’m a little scratched up and I hit my head.”
