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comfort, he figured the probabilities were more likely to be slow and painful. And sooner than later. Something more like an angry pack rival sending a message to his boss. Or his own alpha finally deciding Kyle couldn’t be trusted anymore. The latter sure was looking good if he couldn’t manage to stay useful.
    “Okay, Mr. Roth.” The doctor, a tall guy with thick hair and a booming voice, pulled back the curtain. “I’m gonna dress those burns, and then the nurse will be by with a prescription for some cream. You’ve got a bad one on your palm. I hope you’re not driving yourself home.”
    Kyle shook his head. “I’ve got a ride coming.”
    The alpha had sent someone to get him. Once he got back to the pack’s land in Lupanar Oscuro, Kyle would have to spell out the whole ugly story. Hope they bought his side. Fuck a fucking chainsaw.
    For the better part of a decade, Kyle had been looking for a way out of that goddamned pack. Instead, every turn dug the hole deeper.
    The doctor “hmm-ed” as he did his work. “You wanna tell me about these burns?”
    My boss’s rivals held me down and used cigars and lighters on me until I coughed up the name of the guy who wanted their pack leader dead. Turned out they already knew. Good times, right?
    “They hurt,” Kyle said. “A lot.”
    Deep lines creased the doctor’s forehead. “You know, there’s a police detective down the hall. Here on another case. I could get him if there’s anything you’d like to report?”
    The doctor’s concern was nice and all, but it wouldn’t help. Kyle gritted his teeth, as much from the question as from the insistent, searing ache in his arms and chest. “I’ve got nothing to report. Thanks though...” He flicked his gaze up to the doctor’s nametag. “Doctor Mendez.”
    Another nod. Another thoughtful hum. “I’ve worked on both sides of the border. Treated a lot of them. Weres. I know their physiology. I know their pack markings.” He kept his eyes down, focused on his work as he spoke. “I can see you’ve got the markings, young man, but you’re not one of them. I can’t say I understand the idea of a human who would mix it up with their kind, especially if getting covered in burns is the net result.”
    “It’s complicated.”
    Or not. If I leave, the pack will kill me. If I stay, their enemies will. Which would you choose, Doc?
    “I have no doubt you’re in a tough spot.” Doctor Mendez fell quiet while he dressed the burns, murmuring an apology when Kyle flinched at a sensitive spot over his nipple.
    “No problem,” Kyle replied.
    They’d threatened to burn it right off and then move on to his dick, which was when Kyle had punked out and spilled. Their empty eyes and leering grins told him that they would have kept on until he had nothing left. Some folks were just that fucking crazy, and Kyle wasn’t ready to go out that way.
    Pussy.
    “I think we’re nearly done,” the doc said finally. He pulled off his gloves and handed over a sheaf of paperwork along with a card. “If you change your mind about getting help, call me.”
    Right. Nice thought, but what could this guy possibly do? What could anyone do?
    “Doctor, I need to ask some questions about— Oh. Sorry to interrupt.”
    Kyle looked up in time to run his stare into the coal-dark eyes of Jett—Detective Hughes—whose largeness had barreled into the area fast enough to mow down the doctor.
    At the sight of him, a deep burning flared in Kyle’s wounded chest. Raw emotion scorched his nerve endings, borne of deeply bound want and anger that had nothing to do with his injuries.
    The doctor turned. “We were nearly finished.” He nodded to Kyle. “Good luck to you.”
    Jett narrowed his eyes at Kyle, no doubt taking in all the gauze on his chest and arms. “What happened? Are you okay?”
    Kyle’s fingers dug into the padded gurney under him. You’re asking about ten years too late. “You’re not with the pack anymore. You don’t