Lone Wolf (First in Lone Wolf Series)

Chapter Eighteen

“Brie?” Puppet asked with a confused frown. “Is that my name?” Nickolai stepped forward and nodded. This was the first familiar face for Brie. The first person she recognized from before the Master had taken possession of her.

“Don’t you remember?” Nickolai asked, still standing several feet away. Too many feet as far as Puppet was concerned. Brie, she thought to herself with a shake of her head. Brie was her name.

“I don’t remember anything about my life before my Master bought me. But I do remember you. My strong soldier. My Nickolai.”

Brie watched him take another few steps forward and reach out a trembling hand but he stopped inches from her waiting cheek. The look in his eyes told her that he was afraid. Only she had ever been able to read Nickolai, and now, even after years of being apart, she could still read him.

He was afraid and she thought she knew why. The trembling in his hand told her that he was avoiding touching her, for fear that she would disappear. For fear that she wouldn’t really be there and this was all a trick of the light and the brain.

Brie closed the remaining distance between them and leaned her cheek against his rough, calloused hand. Her eyes slid closed as the sensations washed over her. So long it had been since she had felt this. For so long she had known only cold, wicked evilness but now she was once again feeling the tender caress of her Nickolai’s hand on her skin.

Grange understood that privacy was needed for the reunited mates and so he motioned for Farrah to come with him and led she and Dawn into the cabin, closing the door behind them.

Grange laid Trig on the floor and grabbed a small pillow from the couch to support his head.

“What happened?” Dawn asked. She grabbed a blanket off the sofa and tossed it to Farrah who frowned but then tied it around herself to hide her nakedness.

“Those men found us. Trig was so brave.” Farrah replied with a small smile as she studied his drawn face.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Trig whispered and Dawn and Farrah both gasped in surprise when his eyes fluttered open. “That was a nice rest but do you think you could get the chunk of lead out of my chest?”

“Sure thing.” Grange replied. He turned to Dawn.

“I need to go get that mess took care of before anyone else finds it. Can you handle this?” Grange could tell Dawn wanted to say no but instead she squared her shoulders and nodded.

“Yeah.” Grange kissed her brow and then went out the back door of the cabin. Dawn couldn’t help but blush and follow the movements of his sleek, naked body until he was out of sight.

She looked down at Trig’s injuries and felt bile rise in her throat at he sight of the bloody holes between his ribs and on his shoulder. She swallowed hard and looked up at his face.

His brown eyes were shining with pain, his skin pale and slicked with sweat. She grabbed a small swatch of cloth she’d been sewing off the sofa and laid it over Trig’s waist to save her eyes from traveling in that direction.

“I guess I’ll have to get a knife or something to help get the bullet out. I hope that will….” Dawn didn’t have time to finish her sentence before Farrah reached forward, a long, sharp claw forming at the end of her finger.

She stuck the claw into the hole in Trig’s chest and Dawn covered her mouth with her hand and nearly let out a cry of shock when she began fishing around for the bullet.

Trig’s jaw clamped shut tight and his eyes widened as his muscles tensed and his tendons bulged.

It only took Farrah a matter of seconds before she was pulling her fingers from the hole with what was left of the bullet pinched between them.