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some of my wounds were healing. I just didn t think it was enough to save me and had a feeling that I
was going to die soon.
When I felt the whip against my hips and groin, I was out from the intense pain. The last thought I had
was whether I was going to wake back up this time. I doubted it.
But I did. I heard the door to the hotel room being kicked in and fought past my unconsciousness to
open my eyes. A large, very attractive man with a flat-top haircut busted in the door.
 Who the fuck are you? Roger snarled as he raced out of the bathroom. The man didn t answer,
moving quicker than I could follow. I was trying my best to desperately hold on. Was this stranger my
rescue? God, I hoped so.
The man grabbed Roger around the throat when my old Beta tried to attack. I heard a sickening snap
and Roger s head hung funny as the man dropped him to the floor. It made me smile and sigh with
relief. The fucker was dead.
 I don t know your name, little Omega, the guy said gently as he approached the bed.  But I m here
to help. I gave him a slight nod that I understood. I tried to keep my screams in as best as I could
when he lifted off the heavy chains. He must have gotten the keys from Roger s things when I wasn t
paying attention. When they were gone, he pulled the cloth out of my mouth.
 Lennox, I rasped, staring up at him. My vision was getting blurry, and my throat was so dry I could
barely stand it.  Water?
 Hi, Lennox, he said, his eyes darting around nervously.  We need to get out of here before the
authorities or someone worse comes. Do you know where you are? I shook my head slightly.  The
shittiest part of LA. Can you shift? Again I repeated the movement, glad my vision wasn t swimming
too badly.  Okay, then I have an idea but you might not like it.
 Call Hugo, I whispered, rattling off his cell phone number. I d never been so glad my
overprotective mate had made me memorize it when he d gotten it.
 Well, I can t, he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.  I m kind of a fugitive from out of Council
and I think they would kill me on sight.
Balls.
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 Why?
 I ll explain, but I m not here to do you harm, Lennox. Your injuries could be life threatening unless
you shift soon. So can you just not fight me and then I ll tell you whatever you want? he asked gently.
I raised an eyebrow at him. Yeah, because I had a choice right then. I was a mess and couldn t move
due to all my broken bones.
He gave me a nod that he understood.  I m going to get you out of here.
He pulled the ratty comforter off the other bed since the one I was on was covered with blood. I was
very glad we couldn t get infections or germs because the thing was gross. I bit my lip to keep from
screaming in pain as he lifted me into his arms and covered me up. He carried me out of the room,
and I was glad to be out of there at least. My rescuer carefully placed me in the passenger s seat of
his car and then raced around front of it and got in.
 I saw a veterinary hospital a few miles away when I was tracking you down, he said, his deep
voice soothing me. That and he had a plan. The car raced along, and wherever we were, it wasn t the
nice part of town.
A lot of the buildings were run-down and everything seemed to have this dirty, dingy quality to it.
Plus there was graffiti all over the place. So I tended to believe what he d said about it being the
crappy part of LA.  I figure security there won t be the same as a regular hospital. I hate to break in,
but I don t think we have a choice.
 Name? My voice sounded awful and scratchy. It really hurt to talk.
 Right, sorry. Carter Whelan. My eyes went wide as I recognized the name. He must have noticed
even in the dark car.  I never hurt our Omega. I m stationed at Camp Pendleton. I spent most of my
time there recruiting other wolves to transfer there and join our pack. Now I realize our Alpha was
trying to create an army. But I didn t know. I never hurt Sampson, I swear to you.
Before we had agreed to take over the pack in California, Hugo and I had done extensive research on
all the open packs. We knew all the players, especially the old inner circle. The whole reason the
pack was open is the Council interfered with the inner circle when they found out Sampson, the
Omega of the pack, was being abused.
I nodded that I understood. I wasn t sure I was buying it, but the guy seemed nice and he did save me
after all. I m sure there was a story there as well and I wanted to know all of it, but right then I was
fighting hard just to stay conscious and not scream in pain. Needless to say, my mind wasn t firing on
all cylinders.
He pulled into a parking lot of a closed animal hospital. Okay, so it was night but late enough that the
place was deserted. Hey, I didn t blame them. I wouldn t want to be around in this neighborhood at
this time of night if I didn t have to be.
Then again, if I had just looked at the clock on the dashboard and saw it was two in the morning, I
wouldn t have had to use my brain to deduce the time. I was in pain and not thinking straight. So sue
me.
 I m sorry this is going to hurt, Carter said gently, his voice strained with emotion. I nodded as he
got out and then lifted me into his arms. He was very careful not to jar me too much, especially when
he kicked in the back door. I groaned, hoping this was going to be over soon because the black spots
were back and I knew what came next.
He laid me down on an exam table in the hospital s main back room and went over by a locked
cabinet. I wasn t sure what the plan was, but most drugs didn t work on us. So what was he thinking?
I heard some rattling as he pushed things aside and then sighed in relief.
 This isn t going to be fun, he explained as he grabbed a syringe and stepped back over to me.  It s
going to hurt like a bitch, but it s the only way I know to jump-start your body enough to shift. The
adrenaline will help your body speed up to heal, too, and then you can call Hugo yourself.
I nodded and then froze. Wait. Did he just say adrenaline? Oh big hairy balls. He wasn t kidding that
this was going to hurt. I whimpered when he filled the syringe up and positioned it over my heart. He
gave me a sympathetic glance and then stabbed it into my chest, dispensing the drug.
I screamed for several reasons. One, the shot hurt. Two, the adrenaline immediately started racing
through my system, jarring my body back to life while still so injured. Three, my wolf howled that he
could get loose now and help me. And he did. He practically tore out of my body to shift.
Unlike when he d healed me before, these weren t old injuries that the doctors had patched up or
helped along. These were new and fresh, so basically all my wolf could do was stop the bleeding and
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