The bullet must have gone through her leg around her tattoo.
“S"okay, will give him a reason to poke me again.” She slurred. “Gonna need a transfusion.” She mumbled and looked at her friend. Teagan and Cloe had discussed this at length a few years ago. She had confided in him her past and everything her father told her. They joked about her being one of the Chosen, but they also knew that someday, someone would come for her. Her father thought, once they found the kidnapped girl, the Council would seek them out, for some reason she did not think these assholes were from the Council.
Cloe"s gift from the spirits had been in medicine. All of her knowledge and abilities, she knew, the Gods gifted to her. She did not want to waste them. Regardless of whether the Council wanted her to or not, she was going to help the shifter community. She was not going to waste her gift, nor was she going to help a weak Council. Her father and mother explained about the Rogue Pack, they planned for every situation that she may need help. Cloe did a lot of research on the wolf anatomy. She discovered that silver poisoning did more things than they thought. The silver would not allow the wound to close, but also the silver, once introduced into the blood, could cause blood cells to attack one another. For a wolf to survive these injuries and not be bed ridden, they needed a blood transfusion. The new blood cells would attack the silver and heal the wolf. Teagan and Cloe discovered when they were in California that they were perfect blood matches for each other. Cloe had been running tests with their blood to see the difference in the male and female shifter, when she discovered the match. After doing extensive tests, Cloe had discovered how fast she could heal if poisoned by silver.
Teagan nodded, and snapped orders to the Enforcers who had arrived to help him get Cloe into the office. Bryan was on the phone in the waiting room, Teagan knew he was calling Cloe's mom, and knew the small woman would be arriving any moment pissed.
Moving quickly he asked Blaine to assist him in digging out the bullet. There was so much blood.
He heard a growl and looked up surprised when he saw the man who had been in the meeting with his Alpha. He had come into the room and was sniffing and growling.
“Mine.”
“What?” Teagan yelled.
“My mate.” The man said and stepped closer looking down at Cloe who was still unconscious.
Darien looked over the woman who he had ignored from the diner. She was beautiful.
Any other time, he would have stopped and talked to her, but he had other pressing issues, and she had not said much when they were there, which had caused him to dismiss her. How had he missed that she was his mate? Damnit, now she was lying here shot, and hurting, without knowing she was his mate. He should have paid attention; if he had, Cloe would have never been out of his sight.
“Fuck, she is gonna be pissed.” Teagan laughed and resumed working on Cloe. He pulled the silver bullet from her leg and then began flushing out the sliver that had infected the area, and felt a little twinge of jealousy at the thought of Cloe finding her mate. He had kinda hoped, well never mind, he thought and went back to work on his friend.
It was going to take too long for her to heal without a transfusion. Teagan ordered Blaine to help him hook up a straight line from him to Cloe. He would give her his blood directly until she began to heal. They could wait for the blood that was stored in the small area behind the clinic, but he was a little worried about her color. She had lost a lot of blood, it would be better to get fresh blood from him; it would speed up the healing.
Teagan lay down on the table across from her and waited while Blaine hooked them up.
He was not worried. Cloe was strong, she would recover quickly, and it was the man staring at his best friend as if he was going to eat her, which was bothering him. Teagan, had always been
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