Lucy's Wolverine (Lilly Town Shifters) by Bobbie Palmer Read Free Book Online

said.
                  “Would you like me to connect you?” he asked in the same monotonous voice.
                  “Yes, thank you,” she answered.
                  “Hold please,” he said. Lucy hit the ‘speaker’ button and set the phone down beside her, wanting to put more pressure on the wound.
                  “Hello?” she heard a man say in a gruff voice.
                  “I need to talk to Bill,” she said loudly, making sure he could hear her clearly.
                  “Speaking.”
                  “It’s Lucy. Mike’s hurt and he told me to call you. He told me not to call an ambulance,” she said hurriedly.
    ***
                  “Don’t,” Bill said into the phone. “Give me your address and I’ll be there as soon as I can.” She gave it to him and he wrote it down as quickly as he could, wanting to get there quickly. “Try to get him comfortable,” and he hung up without another word.
                  Fuck, this wasn’t good. How was he going to explain it to her? Why he was the one coming and operating or doing whatever needed to be done. This was not how his day was supposed to be going. It was supposed to be an easy day: he had the day shift, Mike was going to close for him, and he was going to actually have a night off from everything.
                  “Emily,” he yelled into the back.
                  “Yeah.”
                  “I have to go. Cover the bar,” he said, and grabbed his medical supplies before leaving. He’d never been happier he decided to keep a kit at the bar.
    ***
                  He watched as a woman tried to stop the bleeding, but it wasn’t working. Bullet wounds weren’t exactly the kindest injuries, at least silver bullets in a shifter weren’t. Maybe if she didn’t get him help fast enough, he would die. Hell, if she took him to the hospital, he’d probably end up dead because they don’t know how to treat his kind. They wouldn’t know about the damage the bullet causes. Maybe this would work out.
                  “Sir?” Paul said from behind him.
                  “Yes,” he said. He’d heard him walk up a minute ago but hadn’t said anything. With his job, you had to have good senses. Those bastards could sneak up on you and kill you before you knew it.
                  “Do you think he’ll survive?” Paul asked after a moment. He must have been taking everything in as well.
                  “I don’t know. I hope not, but we’ll have to wait and see,” his boss said with a sigh.
                  “What’s our next plan of action?” Paul asked.
                  “We ask around town tomorrow, see if we can figure out who’s missing. It’s a small town; it shouldn’t be too hard.”
                  “Yes sir,” Paul said, and walked deeper into the woods, presumably to the SUV.
                  He turned and followed Paul. There wasn’t anything else he could do, and he didn’t want to be seen by anyone. One part of his job was anonymity, and if someone figured out who he was, then he was screwed. He liked being the faceless person behind the organization.
    ***
                  Lucy very carefully helped Mike stand. There was a lot of grunting by both of them, but she was finally able to get him on two feet and leaning against her.
                  “Can you walk like this?” she asked him. She knew she couldn’t carry him. The man was big, and she most certainly wasn’t. He nodded, but she could see the strain on his face from the pain. “Okay, let’s go.”
                  They started the slow walk into the house. She didn’t know who had shot him, or why, and she didn’t really care, but she didn’t want to be out in the open like