5 Chapter 5

The boy next to him was babbling in shock. “Leroy was only trying to help me…I can’t believe…the guy was so strong.”

Armand growled as the doctor neared his mate. “Alpha, I need to examine the wounds.” Armand backed off the bed and brought a chair closer to the side.

“It would be better if you left the room,” Meg told him. Armand’s growled low in his throat and his blue eyes were tinged red around the rims. “Mate,” he shot back. Meg said no more.

Meg, who in addition to being Armand’s housekeeper; was the pack’s nurse, took the boy’s pulse. “It’s thready.” The boy’s breathing was rapid and shallow. His lips were blue, his hands, clammy.

“Mr. La Marche, I’m going to vomit,” Sean whispered. Meg produced a small basin and Armand held it under his chin as Sean spit up some bile.