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Black Moon (Alpha Pack #3)(4)
Author: J.D.Tyler

    “We need to keep an eye on that,” she said worriedly. “If his weight drops so much as another ounce, I want to know.”

    “You bet,” Noah said. Some of his natural cheer returned. “But he’s back with us and that’s what counts.”

    “Yes, it is.” Standing, she stretched. “Go and tell Blue I’ll check on him in a short while. I’ve got a couple of things to do first.”

    “Yes, ma’am!”

    With that, the nurse was gone. Mac couldn’t help but be fond of the guy. Noah was a bundle of energy. He lived at the compound, loved his job, and rarely took any time off. He was in his element taking care of wounded Pack members, who were frequently injured in the course of battling rogue paranormals. He’d also started working with Kira and Sariel, rehabbing the innocent creatures like Chup-Chup, the resident gremlin, and even the prince himself, who had no one else to help them adjust in what was, to them, a strange world.

    Noah was adorable, and fantastic at what he did.

    After straightening her papers, she walked out of her office and down the corridor past the exam rooms, in the opposite direction of the patients’ rooms. She headed toward the lobby of the infirmary, past the receptionist, and into the main hallway leading to the rest of the compound.

    Only when she was alone did she reach up to touch the pendant hanging around her neck from its long chain. The weight of the disk was solid, comforting. She could feel the raised ridges that formed the pentagram within the circle, and the pendant seemed to warm in her hand. Almost as though it were seeking to reassure her that it would always do what Kalen had said—protect her from all evil.

    Including Malik. The Unseelie slime had sent a Sluagh to attack her and Kalen in town a few weeks ago, and Mac had been scratched by the beast. This had somehow allowed Malik a portal into her mind, and the bastard had truly frightened her. Kalen had promptly given his beloved amulet to Mac, his sole possession of any sentimental value. The enchanted protection his grandmother had given to him was now Mac’s.

    Oh, but Kalen had shared so much more than that. Her footsteps faltered and she halted, remembering.

    Breathy moans and tangled sheets. Messy black hair falling over his kohl-rimmed green eyes as he moved over her. Thrusting, possessing.

    Making love.

    And then it was over and he’d pulled into his isolated shell, claiming there could be nothing between them. He’d given her the pendant, made her promise never to remove it, and then put miles of emotional distance between them. They might as well be living on different planets, the chasm was so great.

    Why?

    A loud crack startled Mac, making her jump. The noise echoed down the corridor and, as it faded, she realized what the sound had been.

    A gunshot.

    Heart thundering, she took off in the direction of the noise. Kalen had used his Sorcerer’s power to ward the compound against intruders, but perhaps a Sluagh or some other creature had gotten inside? Or maybe one of the creatures from Block R had become feral?

    But no, the sound took her past Rehab, past the wings where the staff living quarters were located. Men from the Pack bolted from their rooms, came from every direction, rushed past her. She ran, at last realizing they were heading for Nick’s office. She couldn’t imagine what terrible thing could have happened.

    Until she saw Nick standing like a statue over Kalen’s prone body, a smoking gun in his hand.

    Then Mac’s eyes rolled up in her head and she saw nothing more.


* * *

    I’m not shot. Holy fuck, I’m alive.

    Kalen stared at the burned spot in the carpet right next to his leg for about five seconds before he slumped to the floor. His body simply refused to cooperate any longer, and he lay there in shock, hardly believing he was breathing.

    “I had to know if you’d go through with it,” Nick said quietly. “I’m sorry.”

    “Fucking hell,” he croaked.

    “Your last thought was for the safety of others, not yourself. You were willing to die for the greater good of everyone else, and that means Malik hasn’t won. You’re a good man at the core, and so there’s hope.”

    “Nick, am I fighting this battle just to die anyway?” It was a question he’d asked before, and he received the same answer.

    “I don’t know.”

    “And you wouldn’t tell me even if you could.”

    “That’s right.”

    God, what a screwed-up mess. He wasn’t sure how he would’ve responded, but the sound of footsteps, voices raised in concern, floated from the corridor. Kalen let out a deep sigh, humiliated that the guys, plus Rowan, were here to witness this and learn about Nick’s little “test” of his worthiness.

    “Shit, catch her!”

    Her? Kalen sat up quickly, just in time to see Zander scoop Mackenzie into his arms and lift her against his chest. Kalen shot to his feet and, before he thought about what he was doing, grabbed the doctor from Zan with a snarl, holding her close. He glared at the man, warning him back.

    Zan raised his hands, palms out. “Chill, man. Would you rather I had let her hit the floor?”

    With an effort, he calmed himself. Zan was only trying to help. But inside, his panther raged at seeing Mac—their woman—in the arms of another male. He’d never felt anything like it in his life. It was confusing as hell.

    “No. Sorry,” he managed. “I’ll just—”

    “You can put me down.”

    Anxiously, he looked down into Mac’s beautiful face. Large blue eyes fringed with dark lashes stared up at him, blinking away tears. His gut tightened, knowing he’d been the cause, in more ways than one.

    “It wasn’t what it looked like, exactly.”

    “Put me down. Please,” she entreated softly.

    Reluctantly, he did as she asked, but that didn’t stop him from checking her from head to toe. “Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?”

    “No.” She glanced around at the guys who’d assembled there, cheeks pale as milk. Swallowing hard, she said, “I’m fine. Now tell me what the hell was going on in there.”

    “Nick gave me a test. I passed. The end.”

    She scowled at Nick. “What sort of test involves firing a gun at one of your men?”

    Nick addressed the group, keeping the explanation to the point. “Kalen was willing to be executed rather than risk bringing harm to his team. That means there’s still hope that he can be saved from Malik’s control, so we’ll see this through to the end. Anybody disagree?”

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