It was that kind of violence, however, that awaited them on a border section of den territory that backed onto DarkRiver land, an area thick with firs that pierced the glittering beauty of the night sky. Two of the cats were there, one of them performing first aid. The other, she realized, as her vision adapted to the glow of the field lamps stuck into the ground, had been shot through the arm—and yet he was attempting to do what he could for the others, all of whom were more badly injured.
"Oh, God," Lucy whispered, grabbing a medical kit from the truck. "Riordan must've come down early for the shift change."
Sienna followed the nurse's gaze to see that the big, playful wolf was bleeding heavily from a wound in his abdomen as he sat propped up against a tree. "He's hurt bad." So was Elias. The senior soldier appeared to have been hit with a laser along one side, his burnt flesh no doubt causing him horrible pain, though he'd gritted his teeth against the screams. "Where's Hawke?"
They both realized the answer at the same instant. Simran, Elias's partner on watch and the woman whose place on the border Riordan would've taken, was down, blood seeping from a wound in her neck. Sienna knew it was a fatal injury—or should've been. Hawke knelt beside Simran, his hand clamped over the bloody gash, such intense focus in those wolf-pale eyes that she knew he was holding the sentry to life with his will alone.
It was only when she saw the light gleam over his naked back that she understood he'd run here, his speed outstripping any vehicle when it came to this place of mountain and forest, rivers and lakes. But to have reached Simran before the sentry slipped away . . . It was unimaginable, the sheer fury of his speed.
"Judd's got Riordan," she said to Lucy, compartmentalizing because if she allowed herself to think about the people who lay bleeding on the cold earth, it would paralyze her. "You take Eli and I'll check out the leopards."
Barker didn't protest when she sat him down against the rough bark of an ancient pine, having lost enough blood that he'd started to waver on his feet. "Through and through," she said after inspecting the wound. "I don't think the bullet caused any major damage, but it needs to be looked at by someone better qualified." Slotting an antibiotic magazine into the pressure injector, she placed it against his skin.
The medicine punched through to his system an instant later. She followed it up with a painkiller before he could tell her he didn't need it. "I'm guessing you want Tamsyn to look at this?" she said, referring to the DarkRiver healer.
It was Barker's partner, Rina, who answered, having returned to his side. "As long as you think he can wait another hour or so? Tammy's on her way."
Sienna checked Barker's vital signs using a scanner. "He's stable for now." Glancing up at a slight sound, she realized the clearing was ringed by wild wolves, their bodies sleek shadows in the dark.
"They arrived with Hawke," Rina said, shaking her head in disbelief. "I think they're standing guard."
"Yes." Sienna began to disinfect the mangled flesh—to Barker's withheld hiss. "How did you end up in the middle of this?" As to what this was, that would come later, after the injured were safe.
"Our watch overlaps with Elias and Simran's," Rina said as Sienna nodded for the voluptuous blonde soldier to press sterile pads over both sides of the wound so she could bandage it up for the time being. "We sometimes stop for a couple of minutes, shoot the breeze. We'd barely gotten here tonight when those Psy bastards came out of nowhere." A pause, a wince. "No offense."
"None taken." Sienna knew who she was, knew too that had things been different, she might have ended up one of the Council's pet killers. "They teleported in?"
Rina brushed Barker's rich brown hair back from his sweat-soaked forehead, tucking her body even closer to his in that changeling way. "Rappelled down from a stealthcraft."
That made sense, because teleport-capable Tks were a limited commodity—though you wouldn't know it from the way Henry Scott had sacrificed several of his in recent months. "How did they get you all so fast?"
"Overwhelmed us with sheer force. It was obvious they meant to leave no survivors."
"The craft was close to silent," Barker said, leaning into Rina's tender touch, "but we caught a hint of it the second before they began to rappel." He clenched his jaw as Sienna fixed the bandage, the painkiller obviously not strong enough for the bone-deep pain of the wound.
Calculating his body mass and concluding it was safe, Sienna upped the dosage.
That he didn't object told her how bad he was hurting. "That," he continued after she put down the pressure injector, "and the fact Reen, Riordan, and I were here tipped the balance—they weren't expecting the three of us."
Sienna's gut went cold with the slowly dawning realization that the attempted murder of five people was only the tip of the iceberg. "If you start to feel worse," she said to Barker as she finished up, "I want to know right away."
"I'm fine." White grooves bracketed his mouth.
"How bad," she said, "would it suck to have ‘stupid moron died of shock' on your gravestone?"
A roll of bright hazel eyes. "Definitely trained by Indigo," he muttered, skin sheened by cold sweat. "If I don't tell, Rina'll tattle."
"That's my job, doofus." Rina pretend thumped him on the forehead. Satisfied, Sienna got up and walked to where Lucy sat beside Eli, doing what she could for the now-unconscious soldier. Burns charred the entire left-hand side of his body, glimpses of raw pink flesh beneath. "You sedated him?" Sienna thought of little Sakura, what it would do to her to see her father so hurt. And Eli's mate, Yuki . . .
"He was in a lot of pain." Tight words, anger contained. "He needs Lara, but Simran and Riordan were more critical."
"Will Lara be able to heal him?" Nausea churned within her as she knelt, helpless, beside the soldier . . . because she could burn a living being, too. Worse than any laser.
"Yes, but it'll take her some time."
Thank God. "Anything I can do?"
"Help me shove these sticks into the ground so the thermal blanket doesn't touch his skin when I unfold it over him."