“Anna!” Bjornolf said again, not believing she wasn’t even wounded as he fell to his knees and reached down for her.
Nathan bounced around him, whimpering and not helping in the least, his tail wagging, just as grateful to see her alive. Then he lifted his muzzle and howled. A she-wolf howled back.
“Jessica,” Anna whispered.
“Go to Jessica,” Bjornolf said to Nathan.
Anna pocketed the gun, then reached up to Bjornolf. “You’re not rescuing me,” she said, sounding incredibly tired. Still, she was forceful enough in the pronouncement, and he had to smile. “You’re not,” she reiterated vehemently. “You’re just giving me a hand up.”
“For the second time,” he said, reminded of having to help her in the jungle not all that long ago. “That’s your gun.” He was surprised as he pulled her up against the muddy wall, her white jacket and sweater and jeans soaking up the wet earth. He couldn’t believe Everton hadn’t disarmed her first.
She sighed, leaning against Bjornolf as if the last bit of energy she’d mustered had been to stand and shoot Everton. “We’re a mess and we have a dinner party to throw shortly for Jessica and Nathan,” she whispered against Bjornolf’s chest.
As if that was happening. She had to be distraught about everything that had happened, yet she was concerned about the dinner with Jessica. He loved Anna.
He remembered Hunter then. He yanked out his phone, hit autodial, and said, “She’s alive, Hunter. Everton’s in a pit, bullet in the chest.”
“Thank God,” Hunter said and Bjornolf knew he wasn’t just relieved that they’d caught Everton and that Anna was safe. This had become something personal. “Is she all right?”
“She’s great,” Bjornolf said, not about to tell him that she was a little woozy from the drug. She wouldn’t appreciate it. And he didn’t tell Hunter that he was the one who was feeling shaken to the core.
“I’ve got paramedics on the way. And I’m talking to the feds. Making arrangements for new parents for Jessica also, pronto. See you in a sec.”
“Okay,” Bjornolf said. He pocketed his phone but couldn’t quit thinking about how she hadn’t been disarmed. “He didn’t remove your gun?”
She shook her head. “He must have thought the chloroform would knock me out for good. He didn’t use enough to kill me, or he just wanted to incapacitate me. Either that or our lupus garou healing genetics helped me to overcome it better than a human would. I thought he intended to bury me alive.” She shuddered.
“God, Anna.” The thought gave him heart palpitations.
“But after he dumped me into the pit, he got off the backhoe and came around to the trench and aimed a gun at me.” It had taken Everton a moment to realize Anna was standing, blanket tossed aside, gun in hand, ready for him. Before he could overcome his surprise, she fired first and hit him in the chest. “I recovered his weapon and it’s in my jacket pocket,” Anna said.
Bjornolf was still tense. He couldn’t shake the fear that he could have lost her. He realized then just how much Anna meant to him.
They heard sirens and Anna pressed harder against him as if she was ready to collapse. The drug hadn’t quite worn off. “The police and the feds will take it from here,” he said, lifting her off her feet and carrying her away from the pit and into a section of Douglas firs.
Three police officers hurried in their direction: Wes Caruthers and his mate, Greta, and Allan Smith, all wolves from Portland but now residing with Hunter’s pack on the Oregon coast. Caruthers had been a Texas Ranger when the unit first started out. Most of their kind had to change occupations or locations, or find a way to “die” and be “reborn,” to keep up appearances for living so long. Often, they continued to work in the kind of jobs they’d been trained for and just updated their skills as needed.
The three Portland wolves had all joined Hunter’s pack when he desperately needed loyal police officers to keep his pack members out of trouble.
Allan, with his salt-and-pepper hair, round and jovial cheeks, and green eyes, looked more like the fatherly type than a cop. But he was all business when he was doing his job.
His sandy hair graying at the temples, Caruthers said, “Finn and Hunter will be here pronto.” He looked Anna over, concern etched in his face. “You okay?”
She nodded.
He looked at Bjornolf as if getting a second opinion, probably knowing Anna wouldn’t admit she was hurt.
“She’ll be fine. Everton’s in a pit, gunshot wound to the chest, about three hundred yards that way.”
“We’ll get on it,” Caruthers said.
The three officers hurried in the direction of the pit.
In their wolf forms, Nathan and Jessica came running to join Anna and Bjornolf.
Bjornolf started issuing orders, not wanting anyone who wasn’t their kind to see them as wolves. “Nathan, go to the Land Rover and shift and get dressed. Jessica, run to the house, shift, dress, and join Nathan in the Land Rover. Until your mother comes home, you’ll stay with us.”
Bjornolf knew the paramedics would take Everton to a hospital and patch him up, and then the police would incarcerate him. The feds would investigate now because the two men murdered were DEA officers.
Jessica and Nathan raced off together. Bjornolf thought of how they were starting their new life as mated wolves amid a world of turmoil. He carried Anna back toward the Land Rover. God, he was glad to have her tightly in his grasp, alive and well.
They’d have to answer questions. She’d have to hand over her gun and Everton’s, and show the feds her credentials.
A federal officer approached them. He eyed Bjornolf with his dark brown eyes for a moment before he said to Anna, “See you’re up to your old tricks.”
Bjornolf smelled the man was a wolf and instinctively tightened his hold on Anna.
She smiled. “Yeah. Well, someone had to do your job, Yale.” She handed over her gun and Everton’s.
The guy grinned, gave her a small salute, took the guns, and waved her and Bjornolf on. “I’ll talk to you later after the drug Everton gave you wears off. In the shape you’re in, no sense in asking what went on here until later.”
Hunter finally arrived at the scene and hurried toward them, Finn in tow, looking like they were ready to take care of Anna, too.
Anna quickly said, “I didn’t need rescuing.”
Finn and Hunter looked at Bjornolf as if confirming her claim.
“Don’t look at him. I shot Everton.” She sounded proud of herself.
He was proud of her. “She did,” Bjornolf said. “We’re going home. We’ll take the kids with us.”
“One of the other families is taking them to their place so you can… get some rest.” Hunter tried to hide a smile but wasn’t accomplishing the task.
“We were going to have dinner,” Anna said, as if she’d been programmed and couldn’t think of changing plans at this late date. “Jessica needs to have the pregnancy test.”
“You’re in no shape to have dinner guests tonight. Someone else can take her to the drugstore and pick up the test.” Bjornolf wanted to spend time alone with her after nearly losing her. He would have provided moral support to the teens if needed, but he knew others in the pack would help out. “The kids will understand.”
She finally sighed and nodded.
Hunter got the door of the Land Rover for them.
Bjornolf set Anna in the passenger seat. “Thanks.”
“Take good care of her, Bjornolf.” Hunter headed off toward the crime scene.
“I’ll fix a nice dinner and you can take a shower,” Bjornolf said as he climbed into the Land Rover. “Then if you’re not too sleepy, we can curl up on the couch and watch a movie.