Chapter 29 - Mated

Whiskey.

As I laid on the ground, trying to regather my mind, I could hear shouting and more gunfire. I tried to lift my head, but each time I moved, my body screamed back in pain. Pain was something I am used to. I was able to shift myself so that I was sitting up, leaning against a large piece of concrete. I grabbed at the spot on my head that hit the ground. My warm blood was seeping down my face and getting into my eyes. I wiped it away and tried to peer through the blurriness and the pain. I followed the sounds of the shouting and was able to make out a few shapes. People shapes, but their attention wasn’t on me. I wiped away the fresh stream of blood and looked to where they were focussing. It was Saxton, or Saxton’s wolf. He had his jaws buried into the neck and shoulder of one of the hunters, he was shaking his head furiously as the man screamed in pain. The other men were lining up their guns and aiming at Saxton. A feeling of fear filled my entire being. In a split