Her Mate

Chapter thirty-two

Her long brown hair threatened to be dyed red by the bloodied water in JoAnns tub. Draining and refilling it proved little use against the constant bleeding from Nancy's injuries.

I can't believe she won't let me take her to the hospital. The one here in town sucks, but they would no doubt have a better idea of what to do than me. Doesn't she get that this level of blood loss is not good for anyone? I'm burying my parents soon, I couldn't handle doing the same for her.

While the most severe was the large gash on the side of her neck that nearly severed clavicular and sternal head she had bite and claw marks on most of her body, including another large gash just below her armpit that also bleeding like crazy. It really is amazing what fur can hide.

"It'll heal." Nancy said with clenched teeth. Her voice was harsh and broken, sounding nothing at all like her. I didn't care, her being able to talk at all is a miracle.

"Oh bullshit!" It came out harsher than intended. Further proof of the state i was in. My nerves were shot and she had to get it through that skull of hers that even she has limits and she's already at the threshold of it.

"I was stupid. She should've never gotten the jump on-"

"Don't talk. Save your strength and let your neck recover before working it."

Nancy rolled her eyes as she did what she was told. She wasn't someone use to listening to others. Even Jake, I imagine, had limited victories.

I ended up calling Linnea which proved to be a mistake. She seemed more concerned with her mate, Greg, than Nancy. She did confirm that if Nancy was still alive she should recover in time. Easy for her to say. It would be faster if she was in wolf form but that wasn't advisable with the ace bandage I had wrapped her neck up in."

"What about the applicants? Did Nancy decide on anyone because I can't be watching the place everyday as I need to be with Greg. The full moon is also coming up shortly and I'll need that night off. Oh yeah, Jason has been coming around asking about you two. What do I tell him?"

Is she two? She should be grateful. Getting a decent job that paid far more than fifty cents an hour or whatever illegals usually get paid at some places. I get that she's having to deal with more than normal right now, but it can't be helped. She needs to get her shit together, stop crying, and act like a damn adult!

"Well then pick someone yourself instead of telling me about it, Linnea! I thought I made it really clear what kind of shape she's in, did you not understand that? As for Jason, what are you doing letting him around anyway? Maybe your English isn't as good as I thought, you do know what getting fired means, right? Here's a clue, it doesn't mean we want to spend extra time with him. Tell him to fuck off! I'm assuming he got his last paycheck, there's nothing else to discuss."

I ended the call before hearing her reply. It was something in Swedish that I couldn't understand but the tone suggested that it was probably best that I didn't. Whatever! I had more important things to worry about than Linnea being pissed off at me.

The only relief I got over the next couple days was that JoAnn turned down her attitude and actually seemed genuinely concerned about her. She even helped change her bandages and reclean the wounds. She also willingly gave up some of her antibiotics and painkillers she had that Nancy must of confused with candy judging by the way she had been taking them.

Come Thursday ended up going to look at the house that JoAnn had wanted to show Nancy before Ashley tried killing her. Rage filled me just thinking of her betrayal.

I took several deep breaths and finally calmed myself down enough to focus on looking at this house. Not that I wanted to go and leave Nancy but I wasn't given much of a choice.