Free The Wolf's Mate Book 7: Lindy & The Wulfen by R. E. Butler Page A

are you doing here?” he asked the brothers.
    Riyad jerked his head toward the healer.  “He told us to come along.  We were just on our way home from the tavern when he came rushing by like his ass was on fire.”
    Viscount said, “Hold him while I check her out.”
    Before he could blink, Riyad and Merik pinned him to the wall opposite the sofa, their bodies pressed against his and their hands gripping his shoulders.  “What the fuck?”
    Viscount looked over his shoulder.  “I’m going to have to examine her and possibly hurt her so she can heal.  I don’t want you ripping my head off, Crimson.  You’re a wulfen, and this is your truemate.  You have no idea how protective you’re going to be.”
    The healer turned his attention back to Lindy and put his hands on her body.  Everything in Crimson’s world narrowed down to Viscount’s hands on his mate.  He growled and tensed his body, his claws springing free from his fingertips as his fangs descended.
    “Hades, Crim,” Riyad grunted, “calm the fuck down!”
    Viscount pulled the bloody towel away from her leg and began to stretch the damaged leg out.  Blood dripped onto the floor, and she whimpered in pain.  Crimson roared.  “Don’t touch her!  I’ll kill you!”
    “Keep a good hold on him,” Viscount warned.
    “If he kills me when he shifts, I’m going to haunt you forever, Visc,” Merik snarled angrily.
    “It’s about to get worse,” Viscount warned.
    Crimson’s shoulders were shoved hard against the stone wall, the rough material cutting his flesh.
    “Calm down!  He’s helping her!”  Merik said harshly.
    Crimson struggled.  He knew that Viscount was helping Lindy, but his beast didn’t want anyone touching her, let alone hurting her.  The sight of her blood on the floor, coupled with the sound of her pained whimpers, was driving him insane.  His beast was rolling and twisting under his skin to protect her at any cost.
    “Hurry up, Viscount!”  Riyad yelled.
    Rage colored his vision red as the healer put one hand on her hip and the other on the paw of her injured leg and jerked hard.  There was a snapping sound, and she whined in pain, her body twisting and writhing as she shifted from her wolf form to her human form.  Still unconscious, she rolled to her back, her face ashen and her leg covered in blood.
    Crimson felt his skin prickle as his fur sprouted.  He fought not to shift, knowing he would hurt his friends, but the urge to protect her was almost overwhelming.
    Viscount poured clear liquid from a bottle over her leg and cleaned it up with a cloth.  The scent of antiseptic filled the room, and slowly his rage began to ease as he realized that her leg was now entirely healed.
    His beast retreated some, and he relaxed with a sigh, his head slumping forward.
    Before Merik and Riyad relaxed, Merik asked, “Are you resh now, Crimson?  Can you control yourself and your beast?”
    “He’s good,” Riyad said.
    “I want to hear it from him.  There are certain parts of my body that I’m fairly fond of, and I don’t want him to suddenly shift and slash off the protruding parts.”
    Crimson swallowed thickly and shuddered violently as his beast settled finally.  “The female population can rest easy.  I’m not going to tear off your cock.”
    They relaxed and moved away from him.  His body sagged slightly, but he was too determined to get to Lindy to take care of her, so he stumbled forward.  Viscount tossed the cloth and bottle into his bag and stood up, moving to the other side of the sofa.  Riyad and Merik joined him.  He snorted inwardly as he knelt next to his mate and pulled another blanket from the back of the sofa to cover her body.  As if the sofa would stop him or his beast if he wanted to tear them apart.
    “She’s okay?”  He looked up at Viscount.
    “Her leg wasn’t going to heal in her wolf form; it was broken and bleeding too fast for her healing to stop it completely.  If she’d