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into a royal fuck
up and he needed to salvage what he could.
    “ Do you know Thomas Bane?”
he asked again, a little more sharply than he intended.
    She stared at him, more frightened animal
than human. Her hands began to shake and she clutched the bag
tighter to her chest. When he took a step toward her, she backed
away and snarled.
    “ Look, damn it, I’m not
going to hurt you. I just have to find this guy and then we can all
be on our way. I’ll take you home.”
    “ No,” she whispered, and if
possible, looked more terrified than before. Her eyes were as big
as saucers, her lashes thick and black against the pallor of her
face.
    His wolf growled in anger at the betrayal of
pack loyalty. In any decent pack, the males would fight to the
death to defend its females and its young. No pack would allow one
of its members to languish in the confines of any hospital and
certainly not a place like the Gantnor Clinic. What had they done
to her that she was now so afraid to return?
    “ Shit.”
    The answer sucker punched him in his gut and
his wolf snarled an objection. There was only one reason she would
be afraid to return to her pack. She was Outcast.
    She’d committed some crime against them and
been shunned, cast out. Looking at the total wreck she’d become, he
wondered what a little thing like her could have done. Even with
some meat on her bones, she wouldn’t be much of a threat to
anyone.
    “ Fine, fine!” He threw up
his hands, frustration getting the best of him. “I won’t make you
go home. Tell me what they did with Thomas Bane.”
    The bag she held started to shake and she
turned toward the door and then back to him. Her impossibly wide
eyes became wider. Her whole body shook as she cradled the bag to
her chest. She took three steps back and turned toward the door,
but the sound of voices in the hall stopped her. Her head snapped
back and forth between him and the door, a trapped animal choosing
the lesser of two evils.
    Bull couldn’t allow her to choose whoever was
in the hall. Her escape and discovery would mean his discovery,
too. With a single stride forward, he captured her waist with one
arm and her mouth with the other. He threw them both against the
wall behind the door as it clicked open.
    “ I’ll meet you in the
cafeteria after I check on the patient,” the woman called to the
retreating footsteps.
    Bull slammed the door shut as soon as the
nurse was clear of it and released the woman he was holding in
favor of the new one. Before he had time to decide what his next
step would be, the situation was taken out of his hands.
    The little wolver advanced on him, holding
the electric prod like a fencer’s sword. Bull pushed the nurse
aside and held up his hands.
    “ Whoa there, spitfire, can
we talk about this?”
    But the woman wasn’t aiming it at him. She
advanced on the nurse who’d fallen to the floor and was now
scrabbling away, her hand held out in defense.
    “ Don’t stand there, you
fool. Hit the panic button,” the nurse cried. Her next sound was a
high pitched screech as the tip of the prod touched her
arm.
    “ Flop and drop,” the former
captive muttered as she touched the prod to the nurse again. “Flop
and drop.”
    She would have hit the nurse with another
dose of current if Bull hadn’t stopped her, touching her shoulder.
Whereupon, she turned on him, weapon raised. Her eyes widened. Her
nostrils flared. Her lips pulled back to bare her teeth.
    “ Take at easy there,
spitfire.” His hands were up in the air again.
    It crossed his mind to take the prod from
her, snap her neck, and be done with the whole mess. She was too
close to feral to let her go. It wouldn’t take much effort. She was
weak and built like a twig, but something in those big brown eyes
stopped him. He couldn’t do it here, anyway, where the good doctor
might perform an autopsy.
    She didn’t touch the nurse again with the
prod, but grabbed the woman’s shirt and began to drag her across
the floor