ground to catch his breath. Larek dropped by his side.
You okay?
Do I look okay? Actually, Larek was crusted in blood, too, but all the red could have come from another source.
“Larek?” From across the way, he could hear the worry in Madra’s tone.
“Madra is coming.”
“I heard.” He clenched his fists. He didn’t need her to see him like this, but there was nothing he could do about it right now. Brin knew he had to shift, but his energy level was so low he wasn’t sure he even could. Give me a minute .
“Where’s Brin?”
Larek waved her over. “He’s recovering.”
Because Larek was blocking her view, she latched her gaze onto his friend first. “Do you need to get to the hospital?”
Larek didn’t seem severely injured.
“I’m fine. Brin’s the one who needs help.”
Way to go, buddy . Now she’d see him bleeding on the floor, too weak to do much. Her divine scent was more pronounced when he was in his lion form. The last thing he needed was for his damned cock to use his valuable blood. With every ounce of willpower, he shifted. Even in his human form, the stench of his wet blood was sickening.
Madra raced to him and crouched down. “Oh, Brin. I’m so sorry. We need to get you help.”
He wasn’t that bad off, even though his body throbbed. “I’m okay. I just need a good soaking in the tub.”
“Let me help you up.”
Before he could swat away her hand, she’d grabbed hold of his arm and guided him to his feet. Light-headedness attacked him, and he swayed.
Larek was by his side and guided him over to a chair. Madra had his blood all over her clothes, and her now-wet shirt made her nipples protrude. His damned cock got hard against his wishes. That wasn’t what she needed to see.
Taryn and Kellum reached them. “Madra came and got us. You okay?”
“Yeah, but that giant over there might have a broken leg.”
Taryn faced Larek. “Can you see to Brin while I check out the other one?”
“No problem.”
“We’ll need to talk later.” Taryn rushed over to the guy. From the way the giant was grunting, he wasn’t able to get up. It served him right for attacking a woman.
Brin nodded to Madra. “I see you need to clean up. Go ahead and take care of yourself. We’ll be fine.” He hoped she’d go.
She planted her hands on her hips. “You saved me from those men, and I will not leave you until I’m convinced both of you are healed. I owe you.”
He was afraid she’d blame herself. If she insisted on nursing him back to health, by the skies above, he wasn’t going to survive.
“We’ll be good in a few hours. Haven’t you seen how fast lions heal?”
“I’ve only seen one fight. It ended in death.”
“You’ve spent most of your time underground?” Wolves never entered their stronghold so maybe she hadn’t seen a lot of injuries.
“I go out, just not as often as the men.”
The downed blond man’s shouts drew everyone’s attention, including Madra’s.
The man glared and fisted his hand at Madra. “You’ll pay for this, bitch.”
Brin jumped up and winced. Larek placed a hand on his shoulder and forced him to sit again. Damn . Now more than ever he was determined to see that no harm came to her.
Chapter Three
With all the people running around, it was rather loud, making it difficult to have a conversation with the men, so Madra kept her distance, not wanting to get in the way. Larek’s injuries didn’t seem life threatening, but Brin appeared to be a different matter. To her layman’s eyes, Brin should be in a hospital, but apparently he was too damned stubborn to get help. Yes, she’d been told of their amazing recuperative powers, but not all lions healed quickly especially if a main artery was severed. She’d seen her cousin die from such a wound.
The bartender walked over to Brin with two towels. “This is all I got. It should keep the tram seats blood-free. You don’t want it getting everywhere.”
They both took the