"You fucking bastard!" I shouted, trying to push Garth and Ivan off of me.
Annalise had passed out and Patch was checking her over for any signs of cranial damage.
"She cheated!" Orvil shouted back. "She used that damn scent of hers!"
"The deodorant wore off, you idiot!" Ivan growled.
Pierre's anger was beyond words. He grabbed the front of Orvil's shirt and Orvil looked terrified. It wasn't often that Pierre showed his fangs. His eyes had turned red. He dragged Orvil to the offices and, when they were out of sight, I spun and knelt down by Annalise's head.
"She's still breath," I said and let out a sigh of relief, putting a hand on her forehead.
"She doesn't have a concussion," Patch announced. "But she does have quite the bump on the back of her head. I think her back took most of the impact. We'll have to put some ice on her." He sighed and looked at me. "Logan, I don't know if she can play any more of the games. Human bodies take longer to heal than ours."
"What if we get Ura to help?" Ivan asked. "He's supposed to be good with healing magic."
Patch looked doubtful. "I don't know. I mean, it wouldn't hurt to try. But first we need to get her somewhere more private."
People were starting to crowd around us. I picked her up, disturbed by how limp her body was in my arms. I carried her to our cabin where Kelly was waiting, looking horrified. She used her hand to let us in.
"Can you find Ura?" I asked her and she nodded immediately, jogging over to cabin 4.
I put Annalise on her bed and went to my dresser. I pushed things around until I found the ammonia I kept with me.
"I still don't know why you carry that," Ivan muttered.
I ignored him and poured some on a rag. I sat beside her and waved it under her nose. She stirred then her eyes opened. She coughed a few times and tried to get up but Patch made her stay lying down.
"Can you talk?" he asked but she shook her head. "I'm not surprised. You took quite the beating there. You don't have any sprained or broken bones. However, I don't think you should play any more of the games."
As I expected, she started to protest. She tried to speak but her lungs were still trying to gather enough air. The door opened and Kelly walked in with Ura.
Ura was 27 and the best fairy I knew. He was gifted with healing. When he came over and saw Annalise, he sighed, shaking his head.
"Of all the low things to do," he muttered and smiled at her. "My name is Ura. I'm going to do my best to heal you up. Humans are different, though, so I don't know if all the injuries will be healed."
"What do you mean by all?" Kelly asked.
"She has some pretty bad bruises," Patch said. "One of them will keep her in bed for at least two days. The bump on her head has the possibility of causing constant headaches. That strain alone will bring her down during a game. Frankly, I'm surprised it's not a concussion."
We all moved as Ura got on his knees beside her bed. He put one hand on her forehead and the other on her stomach. He shut his eyes and I clenched my fists. If she wasn't going to be all right, I'd kill Orvil myself.
Her body glowed yellow and Ura sat back, watching anxiously until the glow went away.
"How are you feeling?" I asked, going next to her again and, without really thinking about it, I held her hand.
"I-I feel better," she said but her voice was weak. "It doesn't hurt to breathe anymore."
"Let me look you over again," Patch said and she nodded.
He checked the back of her head. The bump was gone, much to everyone's relief. Her bruises were gone, too, except for one on her back right where her lungs were. He sighed.
"That's the only thing keeping you from playing," he said. "Once that heals, you'll be good to go."
"What about the other games I can't be in?" she asked.
"We'll ask Allie to fill in," I said. "She was on the team last year. She's a wolf, too, and really good. Not as good as you, but good."
That got her to smile and the door opened. Pierre walked in, looking paler than normal.
"Are you all right, Annalise?" he asked and she nodded.
"Thanks to Ura."
"Orvil has been disqualified and is being punished as we speak," he told us all. "I can't believe he'd physically attack her!"
I sighed. "Don't fool yourself, Pierre. I know the vampires have picked up on her scent, too. Of course Orivl would think she was trying to trick them." I looked at her. "We'll just have to use more deodorant next time, that's all."
She nodded and I looked down. I cleared my throat, letting go of her hand quickly.
"I'm going to talk to Allie," I said. "You guys keep an eye on her."
"We will," Patch said.
"Let me try that bruise again," Ura said as I walked out.
I found Allie over by the courts.
"Hey, Allie," I said and she smiled at me.
"Logan! I was wondering when you were going to come say hi!" She frowned over my shoulder. "How's the human?"
"Annalise is going to be okay," I said. "She can't play the next game, though. Would you be willing to fill in for her?"
She smiled. "Sure. As long as you'll go run with me tonight."
I sighed. "No, Allie. We've talked about this."
She crossed her arms stubbornly. "Why, Logan? You're acting like you can't even have a mate! You're running out of time."
I clenched my jaw. "Will you fill in or not?" I asked shortly.
She sighed. "Yeah, I'll fill in. When's practice?"
"Tomorrow afternoon," I said. "Thanks."
"I didn't mean to piss you off," she said before I could walk away. "But everyone's starting to get concerned, Logan. You're going to be 30 soon."
I put my hands in his pockets. "I'm aware. Whoever 'everyone' is, let them know I'm just fine. When it's time, I'll know it. See you tomorrow."
Annalise was able to walk but her breathing was labored. Ura had lessened the bruise more but the strain was still a little too much. The guys brought her dinner and helped her sit up.
"Did Allie agree to come on?" Ivan asked and I glared at my plate.
"Yeah, she did."
"What's that look for?" Garth asked.
"She tried to get me to run with her."
Patch arched a brow. "Again?"
"What does that mean?" Annalise asked, her voice coming out weak but she looked just fine.
I shifted uncomfortably and Ivan answered for me.
"When a male and female wolf run together, it's like a mating ritual with humans," he explained.
She tilted her head. "Like a marriage?"
"Exactly," he nodded. "Mr. Logan here, though, refuses to pick a wife."
"Why?" she asked.
I groaned. "Not you, too!"
"I'm just curious," she said defensively.
"I know, I'm sorry," I sighed. "It's just, ever since I turned 25, people have been freaking out. My father included. But it's tradition for the alpha to step up and then find his wife."
Garth scoffed. "Because you're so traditional."
"Shut up," I snapped. "Can we change the subject, please?"
"When's practice?" Ivan asked.
"We'll have it in the afternoon tomorrow," I said, putting my plate to the side. "Annalise, you can come if-"
We all looked over and laughed. She had fallen asleep.
"I'm not surprised," Patch said. "Ura had to do a lot of work there." He cleared his throat. "Could I have a minute with Logan?"
The guys nodded and all said they'd see tomorrow while I helped Annalise lie back down. I looked to Patch and stood up, sighing.
"It's not lie that," I said immediately.
"Isn't it?" he asked. "I've never seen you get that worked up for someone before."
"She can't defend herself," I argued as he got her plate.
"True but you almost transformed," he said. "I knew you were about to." He dropped his voice. "Logan, do you think she's...?"
He trailed off but I knew where this was going.
"No," I said. "We're just friends."
"I don't know," he said, looking at her. "The guys and I all feel the need to help and serve her. It's almost as if she's our Pack-"
"We've only known each other for three days," I interrupted.
"You know it doesn't always work like that," he pointed out and I curled my lip at him. "Don't even try it. I haven't been afraid of you in ten years."
I looked at Annalise. "She's a human."
He shrugged. "Have you talked to Walter about it?"
I nodded. "He said to take her on a walk next week after the last game."
"That's weird. On the full moon?" he asked and I nodded. "Why would he have you do that?"
I shrugged. "Your guess is as good as mine." I yawned. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow. Let's keep this conversation between the two of us, yeah?"
"Of course. See you tomorrow."
"Good night," I mumbled.
When the door shut, I looked over at Annalise as I pulled my wife beater off. I sighed heavily and grabbed a towel, heading for the shower.