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Graham’s flesh apart and started to reach inside to pull out the bullet.
    â€œWait!” Misty cried.
    â€œCan’t wait,” Dougal said. “He’s going into shock. You have to help me.”
    Misty’s head spun, but she knelt beside Dougal. “What do I do?”
    â€œHold this open.” Dougal indicated the lips of the wound. “It’s going to be messy.”
    â€œNot to mention not sterile,” Misty said.
    â€œWe don’t have a choice. Don’t worry, I’ve done this lots of times.”
    â€œReally?” Misty put her fingers where Dougal guided her. “Graham gets shot often, does he?”
    â€œNot always Uncle Graham. But other Shifters. Hospitals were too far away from our old Shiftertown, and hunters liked to take shots at us.”
    Graham gave another grunt. “Hunters and old Craig Morris.”
    Dougal snorted a laugh. “Yeah.”
    â€œWho was he?” Misty asked. She pressed down as Dougal showed her and spread the wound. More blood poured out, which Dougal mopped up with the T-shirt.
    â€œOld Shifter,” Graham said. “About three hundred years old when we were rounded up. He hated living so close to other Shifters—he should have stayed in the wild and died with some dignity. He’d been alone a long time, and bringing him in and giving him the Collar was tough on him. He used to shoot anyone who came too close to his house. His eyesight was going by then, so his aim was usually off, but once in a while, he got lucky.
Shit.
”
    Dougal had dug his fingers into the wound. “Press down hard,” he told Misty. “We have to keep him still. This is going to get bad.”
    â€œDon’t worry.” Graham’s words were tight and faint. “I’ll try not to kill anyone.”
    â€œThat’s what you always say.” Dougal put his hand on Graham’s shoulder as he started fishing around for the bullet.
    Graham roared, fingers sprouting claws as he reached for Dougal’s throat.
    â€œGrab him!” Dougal yelled. “Hold him down. No matter what happens, hold him!”
    Misty caught Graham’s wrists and quickly laid herself across his chest and shoulders. She knew she wouldn’t have the strength to grapple with him, so she used her weight to keep him down.
    Graham growled, his body rippling beneath her. Misty felt him change. Fur burst across his bare chest, his face elongated into a muzzle, and his eyes went silver gray.
    â€œDon’t shift!” Dougal shouted at him. “Hold him, Misty.”
    Misty pushed her face at Graham’s terrifying wolf one, which was emerging from his human’s. His eyes were white gray, and full of pain, rage, madness.
    â€œStop!” She tried to sound firm, but everything came out shaky.
    â€œI’m touching it,” Dougal said. “Just . . . trying . . . to grab it.”
    Graham’s growls grew more fierce. Blue snakes of electricity arced around his Collar, the sparks stinging Misty’s skin. She pressed him down, her head on his shoulder.
    â€œHang on,” she said. “Almost done.”
    More snarling, but she felt Graham strain to hold himself back. All that strength—he could snap her in half and Dougal too, but he didn’t. Graham’s hands balled into huge fists, claws jabbing into his own skin.
    â€œHang on,” Misty whispered.
    â€œGot it!” Dougal lifted his hand, coated with gore, and held up a piece of metal. He whooped in triumph, then grabbed the T-shirt and jammed it over the wound.
    â€œKeep pressure on that,” Dougal said to Misty. “I’ll try to find something to help patch the hole.”
    Misty pushed down on the cloth, which was already red and sopping. Graham’s face gradually returned to human, and his Collar ceased sparking. But his skin was sallow, his breathing rapid.
    Graham opened his eyes to slits, the silver gray of