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Anger pulsed through Haley the moment Mark shot Jayden.
She was tired of being afraid, tired of not living, tired of not taking chances.
No more.
She shifted into wolf and took back her power.
And then she lunged. She used all her weight to shove Mark back. His head hit the floor with a sickening thud.
She arched and sunk her teeth into his crotch.
Mark screamed and tried to buck her off. But she wasn’t letting go. Her jaws were locked down. Blood seeped into her mouth fueling her anger.
If Jayden died, so would Mark.
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Barrett rushed ahead of the Guardians just as Jayden ended the call. He knew what Jayden planned on doing and it was going to damn well get him killed.
Barrett ran into the cabin, weapon drawn, and then came to a halt.
Damon was right behind him with Braxton on his heels.
Their stalker was screaming like a * as Haley had her wolf teeth buried in his crotch.
“Damn,” Braxton muttered and paled a few shades.
Barrett’s gaze landed on Jayden, lying on the floor, blood pooling around his side.
“Braxton, go get the medical supplies.” Barrett rushed to Jayden’s side. Barrett tugged his black tee shirt over his head and pressed it against the gunshot wound.
“What about Haley?” Braxton muttered.
“I think Haley’s doing just fine.” Barrett barked out. “Go now!”
Damon came around to Jayden’s other side and Barrett could see the worry in his face. The two males had been raised together, like brothers, before fate had taken them down different roads. But like life, they had once again found each other.
“Jayden, you better not fucking die on me.” Damon whipped off his Oakley’s and grabbed Jayden’s hand. “If you do I’m going to set Haley up on a date with Jaxon.”
Jayden’s eyes cracked open a little and he grimaced. “And I’ll fucking rip your throat out, wolf.”
Barrett breathed out a sigh. “Now, now, children. There will be plenty of time to fight later.”
“What about Haley? Is she okay? Is she hurt?” Jayden made a weak attempt to sit up. But Barrett pressed him back to the floor.
“She’s fine. She’s probably bitten off Mark’s dick by now.” Damon grinned.
“Well, damn. Get her off him.” Jayden’s pale face grimaced. “She doesn’t know where that’s been.”
Damon looked to Barrett. Barrett nodded his okay.
“Haley, it’s okay. You can let go now.” Damon’s voice was calm. It always amazed Barrett how such an aggressive warrior like Damon could speak so calmly.
Still, Haley kept her jaws locked on Mark’s crotch. Barrett almost felt bad for the guy.
Almost.
“Haley, Jayden needs you.” Barrett fixed his gaze on Haley while his hand pressed his shirt against Jayden’s bleeding wound.
Her wolf eyes met his and held. She blinked and then let go. She trotted over to Jayden and sat. She placed her head on his neck and whimpered.
Jayden grinned and rubbed her head, his eyes opening. “You still look hot, sweetheart.” He coughed and blood sputtered out of his mouth.
Barrett gritted his teeth. “I got to roll you over Jayden. I need to see if the silver bullet is still in.”
Barrett didn’t wait for him to understand. He didn’t have time.
Damon squatted by Haley and wrapped his arms around Jayden’s side. He waited for Barrett’s signal. He turned Jayden on his side.
Jayden groaned. Haley whimpered.
Barrett rent Jayden’s shirt in two and grimaced at what he saw.
Barrett looked at Damon.
“Fuck.” Damon cursed.
Barrett reached in his holster and pulled out a knife. It wasn’t sterile, but Jayden would heal from the cut. But if the silver bullet stayed inside, he would slowly die.
“Haley, shift. I need you to help Jayden while I get the bullet out.” Barrett narrowed his eyes at Haley.
Barrett averted his eyes as Haley trotted to the corner of the room and shifted. When she returned to Jayden’s side, she had a quilt wrapped around her naked body.
“You ready?” Barrett held her gaze.
“Yes.” She leaned down, her face only inches from Jayden’s. “This is going to hurt. Scream if you want to, okay?”
Jayden chuckled. “I won’t make a sound.”
Barrett gritted his teeth. What he was about to do wasn’t going to be painless. Barrett glanced up at Damon. “Do we have any kind of painkiller? Alcohol?”
Damon shook his head.
Braxton burst through the door, the medical satchel in his hand. “What do you need?”
“Any morphine in there?”
“Yeah, right here.” Braxton pulled out a syringe and bottle. He drew up something in a syringe and eyed Barrett.
“Give it to him,” Barrett ordered.
Braxton stuck Jayden in the thigh with the filled syringe and pushed the plunger.
“I have to get this out, Jayden. Try to be as still as possible.”
“I won’t move, my alpha leader.” Jayden’s voice was eerily reverent.