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them.
    Move.
    Go.
    Run.
    The lions’ chests continue to heave as if the attack had left them spent. Maybe they’d eat their prey and leave her alone. What had she learned about wild animals? That they only attacked when hungry? Was that true?
    Before she could process what had happened, a huge ball of light blocked her view again. Then hands lifted her to her feet. Taryn and Kellum were by her side, bloodied and bruised. Nothing computed, and her world turned black.

Chapter Three
     
    The sensation of moving forced Lara to open her eyes. At first she couldn’t understand why her stomach hurt. Then reality struck. She’d been tossed over one of the men’s shoulders and he was carrying her somewhere. This can’t be happening to me. This is not a movie. Or is it?
    She beat on his back. “Let me go.” The fact she was alive only now registered.
    His response was to hold down the back of her legs with a tighter grip. “Be still. We’re almost to the house.” That must be Kellum. The timbre of his voice was lower and more gravelly than Taryn’s.
    He stopped moving and she dared to raise her gaze outward. “Oh, shit.” The ground was dropping away from her at a rapid pace. If she’d seen some evidence of glass, she might have thought she was in an elevator. Her brain failed to figure out what was happening.
    Something sticky dripped down her arm. When the liquid reached her wrist, she realized the substance was blood. Fuck . She was dying. The wolves must have mangled her. That was why her stomach ached and her head pounded. Only there wasn’t any gnawing pain radiating down her arm.
    Metal scraped and what sounded like a door opening on a smooth mechanism came from behind her. Kellum set her on her feet. Now facing him, she surveyed his condition. She had to blink a few times to make sure what she saw was real. Blood covered his shoulder, part of his chest, and his legs. Red smeared across a large part of his torso. “My God. You’re hurt.” That was an understatement. The injuries looked so severe, she wasn’t sure how he’d been able to carry her. “You need to go to a hospital.” She wiped her hands on her legs then crushed the fabric of her hiking pants.
    She thought she caught a hint of a smile. “I’ve had worse bites.”
    Seriously? He called those gaping wounds “bites”? Some were gashes and others were major lacerations. She held up her arm to decide if she, too, had been bitten . Other than being incredibly weak, she didn’t detect any wound, but perhaps adrenaline was blocking her pain receptors. “Is this—”
    “It’s my blood. The wolves never reached you.”
    Her breath whooshed out, and she stumbled backward but caught herself. Kellum was by her side in an instant. “Come with me. You need to wash that off.”
    Was he crazy? He was the one who needed treatment. “You have to get medical help.” Surely he understood that a bite would get infected if not treated right away. Perhaps the attack had addled his brain.
    Wait a minute . When had he been bitten? During the killing scene, neither man had been around, or so she believed. Maybe she was the one who wasn’t remembering things well.
    His lips pressed together. “I’ll be fine.”
    There was a huge hole in his thigh and he had cuts all over his legs. She still couldn’t re-create what had happened. Nothing made sense. “I didn’t see the wolves attack you. How did you get injured? Were there other animals?”
    A full-blown smile filled his face. Dear Lord in Heaven, but this man was a gloriously beautiful human, even better than her soon-to-be costar. Don’t go there. For a moment, she’d gotten lost in her prurient thoughts. It was the trauma that was affecting her rational thinking.
    “No.”
    It took a moment to remember her question. She waited for him to explain, but he didn’t. “I didn’t see you.” Please make some sense out of all this for me.
    He inhaled.
    “That’s because he transformed into the