Chapter 573 Chapter 573
Keeping her gun in her hand, Blaise motioned for Griffin to start walking.
“Are you okay?” He asked in a breathless voice.
Blaise looked up at him, he was very pale. It was probably the first time he’d been shot. “You’re the one leaving a trail in the snow, and you want to know if I’m okay?”
“I turned and saw him with the gun—” he groaned.
She needed him to get to the truck before he passed out. “Just focus on not face-planting on the ground. I don’t think I’d get you up. We’ll discuss your hero badge later.”
He made a sound that was either from pain or a snort, she wasn’t sure. “You have a mouth on you.” He smiled at her, but she could see the pain in his eyes.
Blaise shook her head, “its part of my charm.”
Her phone rang as they reached the truck, she answered it and hit the speaker, and set it on the floor mat while she got him to perch in the open door.
“Blaise?”
“I’m here, Kenzo.”
“What the hell is going on?”
The whole front of his shirt was red now, “Griffin got shot.”
“I got that part. How bad?”
She yanked his shirt over his shoulder until the material ripped and gave way. “Right shoulder, straight through.”
“I thought Sloane was just doing a check-in.”
“Hostile, uncooperative, newly proclaimed Alpha.” She knelt by the seat, grabbed her med bag, and dragged it to the floor mat beside her phone.
“The Alpha shot him?”
“I don’t know who the hell the jerk was—” she sucked in a breath and willed herself to stay calm, “they were aiming for my back, and Griffin had a chivalrous moment.”
“Is the situation under control?”
Blaise dosed the back of his shoulder with an antibacterial wash and then paused when he hissed out a breath. “Sorry.” She poured some over the front. “The Alpha found his senses and holds the shooter until Pasha arrives.” Something Blaise wanted to see, but she couldn’t stick around too long.
“Wynter was on a call with Raymond when Sloane called in.”
Ripping the bandage package, she slapped it over the entry point and then did the same with the front. Her cat was going absolutely crazy inside her. Their mate was hurt. She wanted revenge. It took all Blaise had to keep her under control. Going around, she opened the back door and took out a juice from the cooler. She reassured her cat that his care was the priority, and retribution would have to wait. Hurrying around, she handed it to him. “I’m going to hang here until they arrive.”
“Is Griffin all right?”
She pulled the bunched-up jacket from his hand and helped him get his other arm in. “I just patched him up. I’ll leave him in the truck and move to the trail where I can see him and if Sloane is having any trouble.
“Set up with your rifle.” He growled, “if anyone even looks at each other the wrong way, lay them down. Not permanently, just to keep them down until backup is there. I’ll call Shaelan and have her ready for your arrival.”
“Okay. Get Illias to patch me in on the call with Sloane and Pasha.” She helped Griffin get up into the passenger seat. His coloring was not looking good. She heard Kenzo hang up. If she knew him there would be some yelling and snarling in the next few moments.
Opening the backdoor, she pulled out her rifle case and grabbed a few protein bars. Handing the bars to Griffin, she opened the glove box and got her earbud out. Jamming it in her ear, she picked up her phone and waited for the call. “I’ll be right over there,” She pointed to a downed tree at the end of the path to the buildings.
“Don’t shoot them all.” He closed his eyes for a second, then shifted in the seat and got the gun out of the door. Resting it on his lap, he nodded. “Don’t sneak up on me in case I nod off.”
“Try to stay awake.” She looked around, “watch my back.” She didn’t need him to, but if it was motivation to keep him conscious, she’d use it.
“Okay.”
Her phone rang as she was closing the door. “Yeah,” she tucked it in her pocket and pressed the com button.
“We’re breaking records getting there.” Pasha informed her, “how’s the injured?”
“He’s patched up for now,” she went over to a stump and opened the case.
“Everyone still behaving, Sloane?” She recognized Tait’s voice. Later she’d ask why an Alliance Security and Surveillance team members were together.
Resting her rifle on the case, Blaise dropped to one knee and found the group standing with Sloane.
“We’re good so far,” Blaise saw her turn and look in her direction, “Blaise is on the rifle now in case anyone gets any ideas. Is Griffin okay, Blaise?”
Blaise left her comm switch on whenever she was using her rifle, so she wouldn’t have to refocus after moving. “It went straight through, back to front, right shoulder. He’ll be good for a bit more before I get him to Shaelan.”
“Wait, the Griffin?” Pasha sounded upset.
“Yeah.” Blaise chanced a quick glance to check on him. He was still upright in the seat, so she took that as a good sign.
“Why the hell would they shoot him?” Tait asked.
Checking the group through her scope to make sure none had stupid ideas, she exhaled slowly. “They were aiming for my back and Griffin nudged me out of the way.”
“Shooter isn’t going to have a good time with my boss,” Pasha chuckled, “Raymond has been in overdrive since he got the information from this Griffin, hell, I might even kiss him if his helping means a win for us across the board.”
Blaise had to clamp down on her cat at the idea of Pasha kissing Griffin. “May not want to stir up anything with him, Pasha,” did she sound nonchalant, she was trying to, “he’s struggling with his bear that’s been suppressed for fifteen years.”
“Oh. Damn, poor guy—yeah, no lip action for sure. I don’t want to meet his bear unannounced.”
Blaise sneered, that had done it.
“Tait just got word, the whole clan is being brought in.” Pasha laughed, “as I said, the boss doesn’t want anything happening to our golden goose, or bear, in this case, I guess.”
“I’ll wait and let you tell them the good news,” Sloane was still standing steadfast, gun aimed at Eddy.
“Transport is already on the way.” Pasha reported, “see you in five.”