Free Wounded (Dogs of War MC Book One) by Monica Rossi

didn’t reply just took a large bite of the best tasting club sandwich she’d ever had. There was no debt, in her mind anyway, taking care of injured animals was her job.
    The door opened and Red entered, looking much better with his still damp hair and clean clothes. At the thought of it she decided a shower would be better than anything that had ever happened to her before in her life.
    “How’s she doing?”
    “She’s sitting right there, why don’t you ask?”
    “I’m fine, turns out that the best way to treat shock is to shove food in your mouth,” she nodded at the empty bowl and plate.
    “Ain’t that the truth. Food heals all wounds, that’s what I always say,” Glory took the dishes and stacked them in the sink.
    “You’re sure? You’re not hurt anywhere?”
    Sidney shook her head.
    “They didn’t do anything… else to you did they?”
    He meant rape, and her stomach clenched, her fears being brought back to the surface. It would have been so easy for them to do anything they wanted to her. Rape, torture, murder, anything.
    “No.”
    “Good, I’d hate to have to track down and kill even more of them before the night was over,” his large hand brushed a stray hair behind her ear and she shivered involuntarily.
    “How many new bones did you collect tonight?” Glory asked.
    He looked down at the bone patches that lined up across the front left side of his cut, there was already a long row. “Too many. I’m tired of fighting other shifters Ma. We should be working together, not constantly at each other’s throats.”
    “That’s what your Daddy always said, but would anyone listen to him? No more than a pecker can reason.”
    Sidney was watching them, taking in the discussion. “Well, this probably isn’t the best time to discuss it,” he laid the clothes he’d brought for her in the chair beside her. “It’s not what you’d normally wear but it’s the best I could do.”
    She eyed the stack of clothes, whatever it was would be better than nothing. “I have some questions.”
    Red cocked his eyebrow, the same way he had when she’d thought he was going to be her pet, “I’ll answer anything you want to know.”
    “Who took me? And why?”
    “It was the Hellhounds, they took you because they wanted to get to us and you were an easier target than one of our women who is surrounded by her family and can fight for herself too.”
    “Doc here didn’t do too bad, earned herself a bone,” Glory pointed out.
    “But why would they think that taking me would ‘get to’ you guys at all? I mean you barely even know me!”
    There she was wrong, Sidney might think she didn’t know him that well, but he knew her. He knew how she liked her coffee, he knew how she snored softly when she slept at night, how she liked to throw one leg over him and cuddle him close. He knew she was sweet and funny and vulnerable but strong and kind at the same time. He knew she had a freckle on her left ass cheek that he couldn’t wait to bite. He knew that she sang songs from Disney movies when she took a bath and that she ate too much junk food and hated to cook. In the week he’d stayed with her, watching every move she’d made, he knew her better than anyone he’d ever been with before in his life, but what he knew most of all was that he wanted her to know him the same way. But now wasn’t the time to mention that.
    “They probably tracked my scent to your house and waited until I left.”
    “But just because they smelled you there, they thought I meant something to you?”
    “Well I was there a week, maybe they just assumed that we were… together.”
    The color rose to Sidney’s cheeks, flustered she spat out, “But who are they? A rival… pack?”
    “A rival Club, yes.”
    “Club? Like the Rotary Club?”
    A burst of laughter shot from his mother, “A motorcycle club honey, it’s all a very big deal,” she continued to chortle as the conversation continued.
    “So all werewolves are