Anyway, keeping up with my weekly theme of introducing a Wolf, we click over to the next book in the Nightriders MC series, NIGHT FALL, which is Digger and Shy’s story. Digger was hurt and the Russian forced him to change into his wolf. Who then went crazypants and claimed Shy. Sadly, Digger was pretty much out of things so…GUILT! *bwahaha* Anyway, here’s a little snippet after all that happened. Digger will show up on FB the rest of this week so head on over to check him out.
“I want to see her.” My voice was still raspy and I wasn’t sure I could stand without help but I had to see her. My wolf had to see her. I was so totally fucked but I was too tired to fight the mating any more. I’d been pretty much out of my mind with pain when my wolf took over and charged into that room. I wasn’t sure what he’d done but evidently he’d claimed Shy. How, I didn’t know. It wasn’t supposed to happen that way.
The Russian’s hand fell away and then he and Hardy hauled me to my feet. It took a long fucking time to walk from the infirmary in the clubhouse, across the courtyard to the Barracks. Thank fuck my room was on the first floor. Domino was there, butt plastered to the dresser that held my big screen. I still growled. He held up both hands before pointing one finger to the bed.
Shy lay in the middle of my king-sized mattress, wearing what better be one of my T-shirts. Her hair was wet and that got a snarl. Then I caught the smell of wet leather and cloth. The clothes she’d been wearing and her boots were in my bathroom, soaked. Still, Hardy had to strip her down to put her in my tee.
“Medic,” Hardy reminded me.
And yeah, he was. He’d treated more than one mate, not that any mated Wolf was down with that shit but whatever. He always treated our women with respect. “Thanks.”
He flashed me a quick grin at how gruff I sounded. He helped me over to the bed and I sank down on the edge. Shy was on her side, one hand tucked under her pallid cheek. Hardy hadn’t removed the band holding her hair in that ponytail. Her other arm curved around her stomach, pale skin mottled with lines and bruises against the stark contrast of my black tee. Fuck. I’d done that to her.
Hardy squeezed my shoulder. “Sit here with her. Domino will go grab you something to eat. Then I want you to change back to wolf.”
I was afraid to touch her. I could smell a trace of the sedative Hardy had dosed her with but I didn’t want to wake her. Domino shuffled out then returned a few minutes later with a couple of half-pounder burgers. I scarfed them down, drank a liter of water, stripped out of the gym shorts I wore, and shifted. Someone had dragged in a huge dog bed. My wolf ignored it, climbing very carefully onto the bed and after turning around three times, we settled at Shy’s back, chin resting on her hip.
If you haven’t read the book and are interested, click on the book cover over there on the right. You can still read it free with a Kindle Unlimited subscription but I’m probably going to take them wide sooner than later. (Like in two days…but if you download it before it comes of KDP Unlimited, you can still read free.) Writers, do you have any dressed-up words to share? Readers, do you think I should take the Nightrider books wide? That means iBooks, Kobo, B&N, etc.