Tall, Dark, and Wolfe

Chapter Twenty-Five

Giselle stared at Eric wondering what could have possibly happened to him. It was no everyday a man walked home covered in blood and as naked as the day he was born. Obviously he shifted but he was not the type of guy to be seen in such a state. She wanted to ask him what happened but his anger was strong enough that his power was rolling off him in waves. All the poor lesser wolves had already ran home.

After what happened to Camilla she was scared a bit. She smell other scents on him but the scent of blood carried the scent of gun powder with it. Gun powder was usually associated with a gun that was going to be fired or that had been fired. She looked for a wound and found one that was leaking blood and turned blacked around it. Silver! They shot him with silver! Why did they try to kill him? Was all the blood his? 

The silence was painful. Her curiosity was reaching it's peak.  Watching him pace back and fourth, muttering to himself, was driving her mad. She was so close to going up to him and stopping him. However, he did need a way to vent his anger and this was the best route. Finally, after a half an hour of pacing he stopped. He turned, looked at her, and walked her way. She blushed.

Even if he was her mate the sight of his manhood swing around was enough to make her pass out in embarrassment. She was fighting her inner demon to not stare. Focusing on his chest was the only thing she could do. Nudity was common among werewolves but a man an impressive package was always something she found too erotic to look at.

Giselle yelped when Eric tilted her head back and gave her a deep kiss. She hadn't expected that, not at all but she gladly returned it back. She remembered something and stopped the kiss. "Eric, as much as I would love to continue this I can't."

"Why not?" his voice rumbled.

She sighed, "You're covered in blood. Not to mention you're bleeding and we have to get your wound checked out."

He kiss her again. "It's fine I will heal in time."

"No you will not 'Heal in time' mister! I am a werewolf as well if you haven't forgotten. I can smell the gun powder and see the wound. You were shot with silver and until we get the bullet out the wound will not heal, even if you are an Alpha."

"Not to worry I have already called pack doctor and he should be on his way shortly" He smiled and reassured her.

"Should I take the bullet out?"

"No, the doctor will do that so that they can take the bullet and get it checked out."

"Checked out?"

"My father has friends in high places that will process the bullet in an lab so we can find out where the bullet might have originated from. "

"That's good, hopefully we can get a clue to this Damein guy's whereabouts."

There was an knock on the door. That must be the doctor. Eric went to the door still naked. She doubt the doctor would mind. He probably seen more naked people daily then she saw yearly. Which wasn't many. Werewolf or not, you don't have to be naked all the time just because you can be.

The doctor was an older gentlemen, older than Eric's father. She wouldn't put him pass sixty. His hair was grey but there weren't many wrinkles on his face. Even old he was handsome. Werewolves had good genes, they were prettier than most humans. But she had met some humans that was as handsome and gorgeous as werewolves themselves. That itself was one of the reasons why she slept with a couple of them.

He brought a black bag with him that must have contained his surgical tools. Not that he need many. You could tell he was very professional and knew that he had to get to work instantly so that the silver poisoning didn't spread. Carefully, he made sure all equipment was sterilized before he went about removing the bullet. 

After he used a pair of of silver forceps that had rubber covering on them to prevent more silver poisoning to remove the bullet and placed it inside a bowl of water to clean it, he then used some Phitofilsine to neutralize the silver and the bandaged the wound. Giselle had never had Phitofilsine used on her but she knew it burned like hell. Judging from the look on Eric's face that must have been true. However, it was the only thing they had to used that would successfully kill the silver and not kill them as well. So they had to go through with the pain.

The bullet, once cleaned, had been placed in a small, clear bag. The doctor smiled and said, "All clear. You might be in pain for a couple of days since the wound will be healing slowly. I would tell you don't do anything dangerous but you won't listen, will you?"

Eric smiled a Wolf type of smile, "No Richard, I don't think I will."

"Sigh alright." The doctor, Giselle now knew as Richard, cleaned up, packed and left.

They were sitting in silence. Giselle wasn't sure what to do. She looked at him and noticed he still sitting there with blood on him with a care in the world, "Um..would you like to  take a shower with me."

He just stared at her.

Becoming unnerved, she quickly rushed out, "I mean you don't have to if you don't want to. I can take it alone."

Eric knew the more he stared the more fluster she got. He found it cute. Getting up, he walked over to her and lifted her up.

"What are you doing?" she yelped out.

"Escorting you the shower."

"That's not what I mean. You just got bandaged."

"I know but I've had wounds that were worse then this. Beside you're lighter than a feather to me." With that, he kissed her and brought her upstairs to enjoy a nice hot shower together.

Or a bath, you never know when you want to take things slowly.

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Hi Guys! I've been stocked back to back with homework, Plus I was working on my other Story that has not been posted to wattpad. I don't think I will post it because I might get that one published instead. It's still in the making so far the title is The Leader and I'm up to nine chapters and forty pages. 

P.S. Phitofilsine is a made up word so it doesn't exists. It is only there for the sake of the story.