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Olaf shrugged “I do not know”

“Open the daer was back I couldn’t really blaht all have been for nothing

“Who goes inside with him?” Duke asked

“I will,” I said

“You’ll need backup,” Livingston said

“No,” Newer to anyone like this”

“If he wakes up suddenly and sees you bending over him—” Duke started to say, but Newman cut him off

“Open the fucking cell, Duke!”

Livingston got his shotgun again, and once he had it ready to aim, Duke opened the cell

“It’s your funeral,” Duke said again as Newman pushed past him

I followed him into the cell He’d called me for backup, so I’d have his back Olaf stayed in the cell doorway so that Leduc couldn’t close it behind us Good, I was tired of being locked in this damn cell

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LIVINGSTON HAD HIS shotgun to his shoulder, though it was ai while Newman knelt to check Bobby’s pulse on the side of his neck I stood on the other side of Bobby from him Bobby looked so pale and so still I held my breath as if that would help Newman find a pulse Bobby’s face was a bloody mess, and I’d done that to him Had I done e, slowly bleeding to death inside his head? Or h that the trauma had acted like a decapitation Yeah, Olaf said Bobby’s heart was still beating, but I couldn’t hear it In all the years I’d been hunting, fighting, and dating people with lycanthropy, I’d never heard of one of theht you had to see brains on the outside of the skull for the brain to be injured enough to kill It was going to be a hell of a ti

“Pulse seems slow, but it’s there”

I let out the breath I’d been holding, but the tightness in my chest wasn’t fooled It knew that a pulse just meant Bobby wasn’t dead yet