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others. I need vital signs and triage,” he said.
    Fred
nodded dumbly. It was Gavin down there. His face was all torn up, but Fred
recognized his crooked nose. What could do that to a wolf?
    He saw a
few others in the same shape and tried to make sure they were all breathing.
With wolves, that was most important. Everything else could heal. He carried a
small dart gun along with medical supplies and his father did the same.
Sometimes wolves didn’t recognize those that wanted to help them and had to be
put to sleep. Doc had developed a tranquilizer that worked for a little while
on wolves. Not long, but it was enough contain and treat them.
    Fred
looked for James but didn’t find him. None of the wolves could speak much past
grunts. He found Angel after he’d treated two more wolves. Angel was half naked
and had deep claw marks on his chest that oozed blood.
    “What
happened?” he asked.
    Angel
coughed as Fred brought some water to his mouth and tended to his chest wound.
    “Other
pack attacked. Alpha called us to protect. Cubs.”
    “Where is
he?” Fred asked. “Where is James?”
    Angel
shook his head. “Fought with that big bastard. They ambushed us.”
    “Fred!”
    Fred
looked up to see Kyle running towards him. Kyle knelt next to Angel, stroking
his hair.
    “How’d
you get here so fast?” Fred asked.
    “Saw you
moving on your GPS, wanted to make sure you weren’t running again. Turned out a
lot of other people were coming this way so I hopped in the back of a truck.”
    “Is he
okay?” Kyle asked.
    “I think
he’ll be fine,” Fred said. “Wolves heal fast.”
    Kyle
helped Fred as he worked to stabilize Angel, refusing the leave the wolf’s side
despite Fred’s warning that Angel could bite. He left the two after making sure
Angel was stable. He wanted to run until he found James but there were more
patients to look at. He was numb to the smell of blood and the sight of torn
flesh. More than a half dozen wolves were sprawled out, wounded and unable to
move. The wolves who could move helped Fred and his father.
    He
finally found James in human form near the body of a large wolf. The wolf’s
throat was an open gash and there was a pool of blood under its body.
    “James?”
    James
didn’t respond. Fred shook him before taking a long breath and bringing his
shaking fingers to James’s throat. He felt a rush of relief when he found a
pulse.
    “You
better live James or I’ll kill you.”
    “Such a
romantic,” James muttered.
    Fred
stroked James’s chin. “Can you stand?”
    James
nodded. Fred had to help him up but he stood. The wolf on the ground thrashed
as if making one more effort to attack. Fred calmly shot it with his
tranquilizer gun, hoping it would die soon.
    “Cruel,”
James said.
    “I want
him to suffer a while longer. He almost killed you.”
    Fred
pushed James forward little by little.
    “What is
this about a pack attacking? I thought you weren’t at war with anyone.”
    “Wasn’t
war. Bomb,” James said. His breath came out in wheezing gasps as Fred helped
him back to where his father had parked his truck. He found that it was full of
bodies and there was no room for James. Fortunately, there were more cars now.
More people to help. Fred’s father was still busy tending to Gavin, and Fred noticed
that Kyle and Angel were gone.
    Fred
demanded access to one of the trucks so he could load James in the back. James
tried to protest, but Fred kept shouting until James closed his eyes and did as
he was told.
    James
looked so pale. Fred had held his hand the whole way home. When they arrived, some
of the wolves helped Fred get James into his bed.
    “Stain,”
James said. He was oozing blood from his wounds, yet already they looked
better. Fred got out the spare bag his father left at the pack house. He could
do this. He could sew James up. He’d helped his father many times. The thread
was meant to dissolve to compensate for the wolves’ healing.
    “Never
mind the stain.