Healing of the Wolf - Cherise Sinclair Page 0,120

wait for you. The Murphy brothers are on the way.”

“Good.” The brothers volunteered at the firefighting station.

If it was this bad, he’d need added power, and it’d take a while for the females to arrive. Donal pulled out his phone. No signal. Of course not. “Contact dispatch and have them send me”—who were the two females he’d mated last Gathering?—“Nia and Francesca. Or Farrah as third choice.” He’d mated with Farrah two moons ago. She lived close and had a fair amount of power.

“Got it.” Jenkins pointed to where skid marks went off the road. Farther down the bluff, destroyed brush showed the appalling fall the cars had taken. “Watch your step. It’s steep.”

Of course it is.

Because nothing about this night was going to be easy.

Sourly, Donal pulled on a backpack of medical supplies and followed the trail of destruction, past broken-off trees and flattened undergrowth. It was good the forest was still damp, or fire would be a concern.

When the slope evened out, he spotted a sedan bent sideways around a tree. The second vehicle had hit the sedan near the trunk. Whimpering and moaning came from both cars.

A camp light sat on a bare patch of ground to illuminate the area.

“Donal.” Alec was half-inside one vehicle. “Got Tina here with Griffin. She’s bleeding badly. If you check for spinal injuries in the sedan, then I’ll trade places and get them out while you’re fixin’ Tina.” His southern accent surfaced with the tension.

“Good plan.”

Opening the sedan’s driver side, Donal saw why Alec was concerned. Neither of the pigeon-brained males wore seatbelts. One was half on the floor, the other tangled with the steering wheel. Broken bones, bleeding, dazed, struggling.

“Cubs. I know you hurt, but I need you to stay still. No moving.” Donal kept his tone firm and kind. Hearing the voice of someone in charge would give them the hope that everything would be all right.

Hopes were so often wrong.

Focusing, he ran a hand down the driver’s back. Spine was intact. Youngsters were so fucking flexible. A quick sweep of his front exposed no major internal damage. Broken ribs. Broken arm. Donal could assess better once he was out of the vehicle.

It took all his strength to yank open the warped passenger door. The male was lucky the back half of the car had impacted the tree.

Donal checked him over. Muscles alongside the vertebrae were strained. A hip was dislocated. Broken right leg, right humerus, ribs. Concussion.

“Stay put and we’ll get you out of here.”

A groan was the only answer.

“Alec.” At the other car, Donal waited for Alec to emerge, then slid in as he reported the damage and what to watch out for. “You might want to wait for more help to move them.”

“Will do. Looks like help is here.” Alec headed back toward the other car.

On the road above, flashing lights heralded the arrival of the fire truck. The Murphys loved those damned lights.

“Is Griffin all right?” Tina whispered. Ah, right—she’d lifemated Griffin and his two brothers last fall. No wonder she was worried.

Donal checked the unconscious driver. At least these two had worn seatbelts. The male had bashed his head against the side window when the car rolled. Nothing major. “He’ll be all right.”

Despite her obvious pain, she smiled. “Thank the Mother.”

After assessing her quickly, Donal gripped the sharp branch that’d come through the shattered windshield and penetrated her shoulder. “This is going to hurt, Tina. Don’t move, please.”

Smoothly, quickly, he pulled the branch out.

She gave a short, cut-off scream. Her hands clenched in fists.

Bending his head, Donal covered the wound with his hand and healed the severed blood vessels before she bled to death. An incredible amount of damage there. Carefully, he positioned her so he could repair her splintered collarbone. And the muscles around it.

Good enough for now.

Next patient…

As he determinedly worked through the bleeding wounds and the broken bones, energy poured out of him. By the Gods, he hated human-made machines. Especially cars.

Demon boxes on wheels.

He started on the driver of the sedan.

“Where’s the banfasa?” Kevin Murphy asked as he helped pull the male’s arm straight so the bone could be repaired.

“Helping set up the festival area.”

“A shame. We sure could use her here.”

At the sedan, Cody Murphy and Alec tried to calm the passenger so they could maneuver him off the floor. “

Kevin snorted. “Alec should just punch the idiot and knock him out.”

“He already has a concussion.” As Donal spoke, his eyesight blurred. Gods blast it, just one more second.

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