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was bleeding. While the wound didn’t appear to be life-threatening, that didn’t mean he didn’t have others that were.
    “Landon! Please wake up.” She gently shook his shoulder, but he didn’t stir.
    Taking a closer look, she ran her hands over his chest then over his abdomen. When her hand came back sticky with blood, she sucked in a sharp breath. She raised the hem of his shirt and found a piece of glass embedded in his side. A sickening wave of dread washed over her, and she fought the urge to puke.
    Should she remove it or leave it? If it was a long piece, removing it could cause him to bleed out. If it didn’t go very deep, it could cause more damage if she moved him. Brady. He’d know what to do.
    She ran to the truck and searched around for her phone. It was under the seat, and busted to shit. “Damn it!”
    Landon had a cell phone too. She rushed to him and searched his pockets. Nothing. He either took it out earlier and she didn’t notice, or it had been lost in the wreck. Maybe it’s in the truck . She hurried back and searched the cab again, but found nothing.
    What should she do? After teetering back and forth for several moments, she retrieved the First Aid kit from the backseat and went to him. While it was true Landon’s body temperature ran hot, it wouldn’t take long for the snow and cold to leach the warmth out of him if he continued lying on the soaking wet ground.
    She knelt beside him, opened the kit, then reached for the piece of glass in his side. Her hand hovered for a second before she grasped it and eased it out of his body. After seeing the glass hadn’t gone very deep, the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding rushed from her lungs. Carefully, she disinfected the wound then bandaged it.
    She flung the kit back into the truck then checked to make sure the engine would start. Almost crying in relief when the motor turned over on the second try, she began the task of getting Landon in the truck. Although she was stronger than most humans, she wasn’t as strong as a lycan, and the crap truth that the women of her species were not as physically strong as the men held true.
    “Landon! Wake up. I can’t carry you to the truck, baby.” When he didn’t move, she patted his cheek. “Please! Open those gorgeous brown eyes.” Still nothing. Frustration began to set in, and she looped her arms under his armpits and around his shoulders, but when she tugged on him, it quickly became apparent her effort would be wasted. Dead weight made it impossible to move him more than a few inches. I’d probably have a better chance of dragging a damn elephant around .
    Her shoulders sagged, and she began to sob. Brushing at the tears, she refused to give up. She was what stood between him and survival, and she refused to let him down. Mustering up her strength, she tugged at him again. If she could only slide him an inch or two at a time, so be it. Slow and steady would get the job done...eventually. Yeah, but what happens when I make it to the truck? I’ll cross that bridge when I get to it.
    After what seemed like hours of tugging and pulling, she turned to check her progress, but her heart sank when she found she hadn’t managed to drag him more than ten feet. The tears came again, harder this time, and she sniffled and choked as she grunted with each pull.
    “Krista?” Landon’s voice was barely louder than a whisper.
    “Landon!” She knelt beside him, watching him squint then slam his lids shut against the sun.
    “Wake up! You have to help me. I can’t get you to the truck by myself. You’re too heavy,” she cried.
    “Don’t cry. I’m okay.”
    “I’ll believe that when you get up and are in the truck.” She tugged at him again. “Come on.”
    He struggled to push into a sitting position then winced and laid his palm over his side. “What the hell happened?”
    “There’s plenty of time for explanations after we get you in the truck,” she said. “Come on,