Chapter 23

GINGER

He gently flipped me onto his furry back, taking my arms into his mouth, holding me safely in place. He gave a slight shake, presumably to make sure I was secured, and broke into a run. Before long, we arrive at our destination, and he gently lowered me to the ground again, and then picked me up in his human form. I threw my arms around his shoulders as he carried me into the packhouse and upstairs, gently laying me down on top of his bed.

I was relieved to be on his soft bed, but unable to keep my eyes open, shivering from the cold. "I'll be right back," he said softly. I moaned quietly when he walked out of the room, clutching my stomach, trying to ignore how nauseous I felt, desperate not to throw up. When his footsteps sounded as he reentered the bedroom, I opened my eyes and saw that he'd put some clothes on. "You're bleeding. Let me help you," he said as he sat on the bed next to me, and gently dabbed under my nose and my chin with a warm, wet washcloth. I stared up at