Valerian was already pulling out his phone. I blinked hard and shook off the odd sensation, grabbing his arm before he could make the call. “Call the pack doctor.” Valerian frowned at me. “Not the cops? Or an ambulance?” I couldn’t really explain it, but I didn’t want her taken away from me. The authorities would haul her to a hospital, and every instinct in me screamed to stay close. Besides, the pack doc was a legitimate doctor, he’d be just as capable as any EMT. “No,” I said firmly. “Call the doc.” Valerian glanced down at the woman lying in blood and shrugged. “Alright, man. Your call, Leo.” He started talking to the doc, explaining what we’d found, just as Rowan and Atlas rushed back in from the kitchen. Rowan slowed to a stop, looked down, then up at me, one eyebrow lifting in silent question. Not sure what he meant, I followed his gaze, and realized I was holding the woman’s hand. When did that happen? And why the hell was I doing it? “We couldn’t get them,” Atlas said,
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