Free A Wolf's Obsession by Jennifer T. Alli Page A

No.”
    “You can’t have it both ways Wyatt. Humans are fragile; if we hurt them it’s serious. You haven’t claimed her so she isn’t going to just heal from whatever damage you do to her. What the hell is wrong with you?”
    “I don’t know. Mind isn’t right.”
    Closing her eyes, Dylan felt her heart clench at the sorrow in her brother’s voice. It wasn’t natural for a wolf to live so long after the passing of their mate; it was no wonder that his mind was a mess. Maybe it had been wrong of her and Erica to keep him alive when he’d been so intent on joining Emily. Focus, she snapped at herself. She didn’t have time to wallow in what she could have done. There was a human in trouble, one that could lead the authorities back to the clans and expose them. Taking her own advice she took a deep breath and let her medical training take over. “Is she conscious?”
    “Yes.”
    “Did you break something? An arm, a leg…” She gulped, praying that she was wrong. “A rib?”
    Jumping to his feet, Wyatt felt his anger find an outlet. “No!” he roared. “I would never hurt her like that.”
    “Then what happened?”
    “She’s running from someone.” His anger drained away in an instant as hopelessness threatened to overwhelm him. “They shot her. I think she’s dying. My mate is dying. I need help.”
    “She’s been shot?”
    “For fucks sake! I already told you that. Help me.”
    “Where was she shot? Wyatt, I need you to answer me. This is important.”
    His hands had already wandered over every inch of her body and as long as he lived he’d never forget how he’d felt when his fingers had glanced over the hole in her shoulder. “ Her arm. Bullet went straight through her.”
    “Is she bleeding?”
    “Her blood is everywhere. Can’t get away from it. Driving me crazy.” He snorted in derision. “I am crazy.”
    “Wyatt, we don’t have time for this. You need to focus. Where are you?”
    “The hotel on the border.”
    “We’re on our way…here’s what you need to do until we get there. Wyatt, I need you to put something over the wound, you need to try and stop the bleeding.”
    He responded instantly, pulling his shirt off and placing the rolled up material against Kass’ flesh. “I’ve done it.”
    “Good, now you need to wake her up.”
    He shook his head. “No. She can’t feel the pain now. If I wake her up…” He shook his head again. “Can’t do it.”
    “You don’t have a choice. You need to wake her up and keep her alert until we get there. If you don’t do this…you might as well shoot her yourself.”
    “Never.”
    “If you don’t wake her up then you’re causing her as much damage as the person who shot her. I know it’ll be hard for you, God Wyatt if any one knows it’s me but you don’t have a choice. Wake her up.”
    “The pain…”
    “Go to the bathroom there’ll be something you can give her for the pain. Paracetamol, aspirin…whatever you can find. Read the dosage and don’t give her more than what the label says you should. We’ll be there as soon as we can. Just hold on and keep her talking, it’ll distract her from the pain.”
    The phone clicked and Wyatt sprung into action. Racing to the bathroom, he gathered towels, water and painkillers, bundling them all into his arms and rushing back to Kass’ side. Slipping her shirt over her head, he washed her bloody shoulder, trying desperately to get rid of the smell of blood. It was long, arduous work but he kept going until he was satisfied that when he woke her she wouldn’t become hysterical. Pressing hard against the bleeding wound, he shook her hard until her eyes fluttered in response.
    “Kass. Kass, wake up.” She groaned and he shook harder. “Wake up Kass, you can’t sleep anymore. It’s time to get up.”
    Her voice was groggy, her grip on consciousness weak. “Wyatt?”
    “Yeah. Wake up.”
    “Don’t want to,” she groaned, trying to roll on to her side and go back to