Free True North (The Bears of Blackrock Book 4) by Michaela Wright, Alana Hart Page B

and even bundled in every jacket on the Extension, Sinead wouldn’t make it twenty minutes in this storm.
    “You’re gonna get someone killed. Darrell! Why won’t you listen?” Pearl screamed.
    Darrell growled, his brow furrowed against the wind and snow.
    Sinead reached for Theron, tugging at the lapel of his jacket with her bare fingers. He wrapped his hand around hers to shield her from the cold.
    “What will you do? Where will you go? There're still half a dozen families on the other side of the -”
    Theron blew warm air on her fingers. “I’ll go to Halifax. I’ll find your parents. I’ll tell them where you are, what’s happening.”
    Pearl continued to berate her grandson, despite the waiting crowd egging him on. “You’re gonna get someone killed. Darrell! Why won’t you listen?”
    “Damn it, Aanak. Enough!” Darrell growled, his brow furrowed against the wind and snow.
    Theron couldn’t help but think of his own mother – of the gruff manner that she’d spoken to him in his whole life. These Holden women weren’t experts at showing love.
    Not to their sons, anyway.
    There was a quiet click, then a hum, and Theron caught a glimpse of orange light flickering to life on one of the fence panels in the distance.
    Theron spun around, hollering against the wind. “Darrell!”
    Darrell stiffened, his fist clenched around the third wire He stood stock still, the wind whipping his hair around his face.
    The fence was on. Darrell was being electrocuted.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER EIGHT
     
    SINEAD
     
    “Darrell!” Theron called again, drawing a nervous shift from the crowd. Sinead’s body was shaking violently, half from the cold and the sudden surge of tension she felt in every muscle.
    Sinead gasped, fighting not to cry out as she recognized Darrell’s body language. He was being electrocuted.
    A blur of movement stole her eye from Darrell, just as Theron shoved Gregory Holden aside, and lunged forward.
    No, no! She thought.
    Panic ran through her mind so fast, the only word she could muster was, “Please!”
    Yet, Theron was moving toward the helpless man, and in an instant, threw his whole body through the air, wrapping his arms around Darrell’s chest as he flew into the helpless man. Darrell’s hands pulled free of the wires and the two men came crashing down into the snowy ground. The crowd shrieked and cried out, but Sinead couldn’t speak.
    Oh my god, please be alive. Please, god! Be alive.
    She pushed passed the gathered figures, her fingers turning numb in the cold. She didn’t know what use she would be, but she had to do something.
    She couldn’t understand the emotion. She’d known Theron for less than a few days, but the thought of him being hurt – or so much worse.
    She couldn’t forgive a god that would let Theron meet the same fate as Eddie Holden. Not when he’d only just appeared in her world.
    She drew close enough to touch him and froze. She wasn’t ready to know.
    He didn’t wait for her to draw strength. A moment later, Theron moved on the ground and she exhaled.
    She watched as Theron shifted on the ground, rising to his knees over Darrell’s still form. Theron tore open Darrell’s jacket and pressed his ear to Darrell’s chest. She watched. She was no EMT. She didn’t imagine Theron was either, but still this new man listened to the man’s chest.
    An instant later, Theron was back upright, clamping both his hands over Darrell’s sternum. He slammed his hands down, and Darrell’s chest compressed beneath his weight. He waited a moment. Then, he pushed again.
    “Come on, cousin. Don’t do this to me. Come on,” Theron said, speaking softly as the crowd pressed forward to see. Sinead’s heart ached with something she couldn’t express. Watching Theron frantically try to save the very man that had attempted to kill him just days before – it stirred something so furious in her, she feared she might digs holes into her palms from her clenched