Between Two Wolves (BBW Paranormal Shapeshifter Menage Werewolf Romance) by Catherine Vale

voice was low.
“Just stay still.”
    There was a crash behind Jericho, and I
didn’t stay still. I wanted to see, to watch Colt. To know he was okay. Jericho
sat down near my head. He’d torn off his t-shirt, and held it to my neck. I
wasn’t sure if it was to stop the blood, or keep from having to look at
whatever damage Weatherly had inflicted.
    Weatherly was down on the floor, Colt
standing on his chest. One massive front paw held down Weatherly’s arm, now a
bloody and torn appendage, but still clutching the knife. The other paw was on
Weatherly’s neck. I gave a silent cheer at the sight of it.
    “Give it up, Weatherly. You’re done for.”
Jericho’s voice seemed far away, really far. The room’s perspective seemed
stretched somehow. Blood loss…you’re losing it…hold on…
    “Fuck you. Fuck both of you. And your
hell cat.” For being pinned by a wolf, the man had spunk. Colt growled, shoving
his face into Weatherly’s. I was pretty sure the growl was a returned “fuck
you.” Then he lunged.
    “Don’t watch.” Jericho reached down,
covering my eyes. I closed them, not because he said so, but because it seemed
easier this way, to just lie here and rest. Suddenly I was tired. Sleep…just
go to sleep…
    There was a terrible crunching sound, and
a gurgle that filled my ears. Then there was nothing, just the sound of my
heart beating out its last rhythm. At least you met some cool guys…had a
good weekend…
    “She’s not going to last long. We can’t
take her back to the cabin.” That was Jericho. My blonde Viking…
    There was a snuffle, and a wet tongue
licking my hand. I opened an eye, almost on the same level with Colt. He nudged
me again, whining low in his throat. I wanted to tell him I was sorry, that I
wished I’d met them under better circumstances. Maybe when I wake up…
    “Colt…you gotta do it. Before it’s too
late.”
    There was movement, someone lifting me,
holding me upright. I opened my eyes to see Colt beside me. He nuzzled my face,
his wet nose in my ear. I wanted to laugh because it tickled, but it seemed
like a whole lot of work. So I tried to smile.
    I was cold, bone cold. I knew I was more
or less sitting on Jericho’s lap, that his arms were around me, but I couldn’t
feel anything. Not the warmth of his embrace, or the solid presence of him behind
me. It seemed like everything was growing colder around me, and I half expected
to see my breath. But it was still summer.
    Colt’s muzzle brushed against my neck. He
whined again, a tentative sound.
    “Do it…now, Colt.”
    There was a blinding flash of pain. I
squeezed my eyes shut, trying to scream, succeeding only in making a muffled
groan. Then again, more pain, and Colt’s body pressing me back against Jericho. What the hell were they doing to me? They were supposed to save me!
    Heat flooded through me, intense, almost
unbearable. I could feel everything, arms, legs, fingers, toes…in a way that I
really didn’t like. It was like being dumped head first into one of the
steaming hot springs. I wanted out of my skin.
    “Red? Hey…can you open your eyes? Look at
me.”
    I forced my eyes open, looking up at Jericho.
“Yeah…okay.” The room was brighter now, things coming into focus. But there was
a roaring in my head that made his words garbled, indistinct.
    “Can you hear me?”
    I nodded. “Yeah…shhh…” His voice only
made the roaring louder. “I’m okay. Just don’t talk right now…”
    “You’re not okay. But we need to get you
to our cabin. I’m going to pick you up now, okay?”
    I really didn’t have a say in that
decision. I was lifted in the air, flying I thought, even though I knew that
was impossible. People didn’t fly. But then we were out in the forest, the cool
air a blessed relief against my feverish skin. Maybe I was dead, and an angel,
flying through the forest. I closed my eyes again, or they were still closed, I
wasn’t sure. I decided I’d completely lost it, and that