MATE

A cold, wet face cloth is wiping at my mouth. Water is being poured down my throat.

"Poison, how much did you take Doe?" mutterings, curses, growling.

"You're in Heat, FUCK! Doe, baby, you took them to stop the pain, didn't you?" More curses, more grumbling.

Pine, flooding my senses, strong arms lifting. Now lying on my bed. Rustling, the sound of zips being pulled.

"You could have died, should never have let you leave."

Died? What? I only took... FUCK how many did I take? Why can't I open my eyes?

"Can't stay here. You need our den."

I’m lifted again, warm chest. Strong heartbeat. Home.

"Stay with me Doe Eyes,"

Movement. Banging. Soft leather. Engine starting. Blackness.

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Horn blaring, everything swirling, so HOT!

"Nearly there. Just hold on a little longer."

Engine roaring, I feel warm hands on my face.