Free Bite Me (London Undead) by PJ Schnyder Page A

she’d gotten a hold of firearms with so little money at hand.
    He figured he knew, but he wanted to hear it from her. Then he could set about arguing with her not to do it anymore. Setting his will against hers ought to perk up both their days.
    Danny apparently hadn’t left yet. “So I’m assuming she’s still alive after putting a hole in you. Didn’t hear you fussing around in my supplies. You go to the emergency room?”
    Seth didn’t miss the disgruntlement under Danny’s words. As much of a clown as he was, the medic was fiercely protective of his pack brothers. “Nah. You know I hate hospitals. Girl works in a clinic. Patched me up as an apology for shooting me in the first place.”
    “A clinic? Not many around the area, not with the hospital so close by.”
    “True enough and you know it. Girl works at an animal clinic.”
    Danny snickered.
    He might take a minute to pound his friend into the floor after all.
    The medic turned his head to bare his neck and held up his hands. “Now, Seth, you can see the humor in it with your newfound good mood, can’t you?”
    “Not so much as to let you go on about it.”
    Keeping his gaze on the floor, Danny backed up a step or two. “I’ll leave it alone then, for the time being.”
    Seth growled.
    “Aw, you can’t expect me not to tuck this away for a rainy day, can you? It’s a choice bit of fun to poke you with when you get ahead of yourself.”
    Folding his arms across his chest, Seth scowled. “I give you a lot of slack, Danny. But one of these days, it’s going to run out.”
    “Point taken. And I suppose it does rain bloody often in London.” Danny scratched his head. “This clinic was out near last night’s patrol route though, yeah?”
    Seth nodded.
    “If you’re going to be visiting her more often anyway, and I’m guessing you are, it wouldn’t hurt to see if the clinic could become a field triage location for the pack. We’re going to be needing a few locations for those.”
    “I don’t know about a few...” It wasn’t a bad idea. But he hadn’t kept his pack safe in the middle of a major city by trusting every bloke out there. Werewolves were best taken care of by their own.
    “Start with this one, then,” Danny urged. “Humans who work with animals on a daily basis do better at working with shape-shifters. They’re more likely to understand the body language. Werewolves and were-cats are touchy enough to deal with hale and whole. Any of our wounded will need medical attention from people who aren’t going to be stupid and incite our prey drives.”
    A point, there. Another reason Seth hated normal emergency rooms was the stink of fear from the nurses and doctors. Whether they were afraid he’d hurt them, attack them, or they thought they’d “catch” the werewolf disease by wiping away his blood, they all tiptoed around, ready to bolt if he moved a muscle. It took all of his considerable will not to run them down when they behaved so much like skittish deer. Either he or Danny always had to be present if any pack member with less control had to be cared for in a human hospital.
    “I’ll think on it some. There’s two of them working at the clinic and they’d both work well with werewolves.” Even Brian had responded amazingly well considering the circumstances. “But I want to get a better feel for their current routine before we send it arse over elbow. You and the rest of the pack wait for me to make the introductions. Understood? For now, we keep the clinic under our protection.”
    His claim on Maisie needed to be clear. Once she accepted his suit, then he’d worry about the rest.
    “You gonna let me take a look at the hole she put in you?” Danny nodded with a pointed look at Seth’s chest. “It’ll have healed by now, but I’d like to be sure it healed clean.”
    Seth sat on the weight bench with his back to Danny. The position gave Danny access to the healed wound and represented a show of trust Seth