Chapter Fifteen

She was hurting him. He’d almost quit breathing except in small, shallow pants. Giving first aid to werewolves was fraught with danger. Pain could make a wolf lose control like he’d done this morning. But Toby just held himself very still as she pulled the bandage tight enough to hold the pads where they needed to be.

She used both rolls of the wrap and tried not to notice how good the bright pink looked against his dark skin. When a man is on the verge of passing out from pain, it seemed wrong to notice how beautiful he was. His smooth dark skin stretched over taut muscles and bone…maybe if he hadn’t smelled so good under

the blood and sweat, she could have maintained a distance. Hers. He was hers, whispered that part of her that didn’t worry about human concerns. Whatever fears Lauren had about the rapid changes in her life, her wolf half was very happy with the events of the past few days. She got a dishcloth from the kitchen, wetted

it down, and cleaned the blood from his skin whi