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

taking that nap now
might be a good idea. I let go of reality, and let myself go someplace else,
someplace far away. The roaring faded, and everything went silent and black.

Chapter Six
     
    Everything was silent. The roaring in my
head was gone, replaced with a migraine. I could tell, without opening my eyes,
that it was light outside. But eyes closed were fine for right now.
    I was in a bed, so that must mean I was
in Jericho and Colt’s cabin. Some snippet of conversation came back, something
about bringing me here, after…after what?
    “Oh, geez…”
    After Colt had killed Weatherly. After
Weatherly had tried to kill me. And come damned close. I reached up, touching
my neck. There was a bandage wrapped around my throat, a really big bandage.
Weatherly must have done quite a number with his knife. I let my hand fall back
onto the bed.
    “Hey…you awake?”
    I opened my eyes enough to look toward
the voice, toward Colt. He stood in the doorway, hair pulled back in a low ponytail.
I smiled.
    “Yeah.” My voice came out a weak little
croak. “I’m awake.”
    He crossed the room and sat on the bed.
“You’ve been out for a few days.” He took my hand, chafing my fingers in his.
“We’re glad you’re back with us.”
    “Me too.” I tried to sit up, but my body
didn’t really want to cooperate.
    “Here…you’re going to be weak for a
while.” Colt helped me sit up, propping pillows behind me. “Better?”
    “Yeah. Better.” A wave of vertigo sent my
head spinning. I swallowed, my dry throat clicking. “Can I have some water?”
    “Yeah. Okay. Here…” He poured a glass
from a pitcher on the bedside table. “Drink slow. Your throat’s probably a
little bruised.”
    The water was cool, felt like heaven, but
he was right. It reminded me of having my tonsils out as a kid. All the ice
cream you want…except you can’t swallow it.
    “What happened?” I handed him back the
glass.
    “Hey, you’re awake.”
    I looked past Colt at Jericho. He smiled,
crossed the room and sat on the other side of the bed. Same thing, took my
hand, held me as if I was made of fine china.
    “She wants to know what happened.”
    I wasn’t that out of it that I didn’t
catch the glance between the guys. There was a long moment of weighted silence.
Jericho finally blew out a sigh.
    “Yeah. Okay. It’s complicated. I don’t
know what Weatherly told you…”
    “He said a lot of stuff about you guys,
none of made much sense though. I got the feeling he thought you two had
something he wanted. And then…” The feel of the knife was back, the pressure,
the non-pain of the cut. “He wanted me, but then he didn’t.” I shrugged, at a
loss to really explain anything else. Colt nodded.
    “Weatherly’s been after us for a long
time. We live here, on family land…Jericho’s family to be honest; the land
that’s not part of the park. I was raised on the other side of Black Wolf. The
mountain’s named after my clan. But shifters lead a very dangerous life, even
on land that’s pretty inaccessible. Weatherly’s from north of here. Long story
short, clan rivalry, clan betrayal. Jericho and I teamed up; Weatherly decided
he’d rather be the proverbial lone wolf, than join a clan that’s not his.”
    “So he’s… was …a shifter too?” I was
relieved that I used the right term this time.
    “Yeah. We’re all that’s left of three
different clans. I think being alone took a toll on Weatherly, sent him off the
deep end, into some dark place that he couldn’t get out of. There was some
really nasty stuff that happened in his clan, near the end. It wasn’t good,
from what we heard.”
    “What happened to your families?” It hurt
to talk, but there were questions I wanted answers to. “You’re the last of your
clans?”
    Jericho nodded “Yeah. We’re it. We
decided a long time ago that two against the world was better odds than going
it alone. This land…my clan’s land…has never been part of the park.