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He gathered the plants he needed and carried them back to Angela. “Baby? Come on, baby. I need
you to open your eyes.”
She barely stirred.
“You need to wake up now. I’ve got something that will help but only if you wake up.”
Her eyelashes fluttered on her bruised cheeks and finally the lids opened. Her eyes were darker than
usual and glazed with fever and pain. “Hello.”
He grinned. “Hi. Listen, I have some feverwort. I want you to chew the leaves. It will help.”
She opened her mouth and he slipped the leaves in. As she chewed them, he worked on the poultice.
He spit the mash out into his hand, rinsed it in the fresh water and pressed it into the red-tinted cuts. He
gathered moss and placed it on top of the concoction then pulled her shirt down over it.
He scooped a handful of water and helped her get a drink before taking her into his arms again. “How
you feeling?”
“Shitty.”
“Yeah. I bet you are.”
“Remy?”
He gazed down at her. “Yeah?”
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“Why? Why did you do it?”
“Because you needed it.”
“No. Why did you come for me?”
He just stared at her. She didn’t know? How could she not? She could read his mind, see his emotions
as easily as he could see hers, couldn’t she? “What do you mean why? Why do you think?”
She had seen the halo of magenta around him when he looked at her. She could read the tenderness in
his eyes but were they actually there? She had rejected him, turned him away, and it had ripped the heart
from his chest. She remembered the pain in his eyes the night she sent him on his way without her.
Even if he did still love her, love didn’t mean forgiveness. Would he ever forgive her for refusing
him?
“Rest now,” he soothed as he lifted her onto his lap and held her close.
His body went tense the instant she picked up the stench of the hunter in the air. Remy jumped up,
still clutching her to his chest, and raced across the ground in search of a hiding place.
“Over there,” Radisson shouted as he broke into a run after them.
Looking over Remy’s shoulder, Angela watched as the hated man knelt, sighted along the rifle and
squeezed the trigger. Fate once again intervened on their behalf as the shot went high and wide.
They couldn’t go back to the cave. They’d be trapped. Where were they going to go? “Remy, leave
me,” she shouted.
He ignored her.
“Damn it, Remy, you can’t make it like this.”
“If you don’t shut it, woman,” Remy growled and picked up the wild pace.
His long-legged strides were eating up the ground, putting the hunters even farther behind. How soon
would they be back in pack territory?
She had no idea where she’d been kept all this time. The landscape was much the same as that of
home, and she couldn’t detect any clues.
Pain engulfed her once more and a scream built, but she had to hold it in. Remy didn’t need any
additional stress and listening to her whine about her pain would definitely cause that addition. Her body
felt as if it were on fire and bile churned in her empty stomach.
What good did it do for him to keep risking his life for her? She was sick, very sick, and if she didn’t
see Oldatha soon she wouldn’t make it.
Something was wrong. She shouldn’t have developed such a raging fever so quickly. A she-wolf in
her prime, there was no cause for infection to set in.
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Yes, she had to admit that she’d never been operated on before, but even at that her body should’ve
already gone into healing phase. Instead she was growing weaker.
The thought of the procedure brought to mind the hoped for results. Well, the results the lunatic hoped
for. In humans the type of procedure she received was successful seventy or eighty percent of the time.
Of course, a Lycan-human hybrid had never happened before—not that she’d ever heard of before
anyway. She knew that blood-to-blood was harmful because of the seventeen grams of ammonia human
blood contained as opposed to the five grams Lycans had.
She couldn’t be pregnant. She couldn’t be. Please, please, please, don’t let me be.
“Angela?”
She turned her focus to Remy.
“Try not to worry about it right this minute, okay?”
“Right.”
He groaned, slowed his pace and then found a secluded spot where he could put her down. “I didn’t
mean to sound like an ass.”
“You didn’t.”
She was suddenly freezing again. She shivered uncontrollably and her teeth began to chatter.
“I’m…so…cold.” It was becoming harder to focus on the world around her and thoughts weren’t forming.
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De minimis - o najmniejszych rzeczach.
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