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interested in saving his own ass. He was still focused on maiming Matt. Attention torn between defending himself and making sure he and Easton survived the lumber avalanche, Matt twisted out of the way of another falling log, but got clocked on the neck by the next. On and on they slid, hitting tree stumps and brush, faster and faster. Pain, burning, agony, the snap snap of breaking bones. Fuckin’ Beaston.
    Matt swung around in time to see the lone standing pine at the bottom of the hill, but it was too late to maneuver away. Using all his strength, he kicked Easton clear and slammed into the trunk. His vision crumpled inward, and sparks shot around the edges as he curled in on himself to ease the pain.
    When he opened his eyes, Creed was barreling down on them, massive grizzly body black as pitch and demon eyes to match. Dammit all, this was going to hurt.
    Matt winced as Creed reached him, but his alpha leapt over his crumpled body and slammed into Easton, who was charging again. The snarling battle roars echoed off the trees, but Creed had this one. He hadn’t won alpha from being a pussy. That bear could brawl. Matt would’ve huffed a bear laugh if he didn’t feel like his bones had been ground to dust. Jason and Clinton were on him now, but were they concerned for the pain he was in? No. They were laughing. And pointing. And now Jason was wheezing and clutching his knees because he found this all so goddamned funny. If Matt wasn’t pretty sure his front leg was broken, he would have given them both a bear claw slap, but right now, his paw in question was bent at an odd angle and he felt like he’d taken a swan dive into a bathtub of hunting knives.
    Creed was human again. His big dick he was always bragging about swung around as he jammed a finger at Jason and Clinton and raged. “This shit right here is why we don’t hold a candle to the Ashe Crew’s numbers! No wonder Damon Daye doesn’t challenge us anymore. He expects nothing from us because all we do is fail him. Are you proud of that? Are you proud of sucking?”
    “Kind of,” Clinton said, his gray eyes dancing.
    Creed reared back as if he’d been slapped. “Matt, Change back.” The hard tone cracked with power and forced his immediate transformation. Alpha’s orders could be brutal sometimes.
    The roar of pain in Matt’s throat turned into a scream as he shrank back into his human skin.
    Creed grabbed Clinton by the back of the neck and shoved him toward Matt. “You think it’s so fuckin’ funny? You set his bones back.”
    “Are you serious?” Clinton bellowed as their alpha stomped back up the lumber littered hillside.
    The dark-haired alpha shot him a glare over his shoulder. “As a fuckin’ snake bite.”
    They were all quiet until Creed was out of earshot, and then Jason said softly, “Some snakes aren’t poisonous.”
    Matt groaned and wanted to kill them all.
    “His bones, Clinton!” Creed yelled from midway up the hill. “Before they heal crooked.”
    “Fine,” Clinton muttered. “Easton, Change back. You’re half dead and the fight’s over.”
    Matt couldn’t see him from here, but Easton still smelled like a full-on grizzly and was growling softly in his throat.
    None too gently, Clinton grabbed Matt’s arm and started feeling around his broken wrist. Searing pain sparked across his nerve endings, but Matt gritted his teeth against the urge to yell out. The guys wouldn’t have any sympathy, and besides, he’d had much, much worse in the Menagerie.
    Still, bone setting was the least fun part of this life.
    Matt loved the quick healing and the sex drive that came with being a shifter. He loved his strength and stamina, and hell, he even loved to Change. But bones had to be set before they healed improperly. Before muscles repaired themselves too quickly and had to be ripped up again to make sure bones fused back together like they should. He and the boys were all pros at bone-setting. Why? Because they broke them all