Thank you, thank you to everyone that comments and votes. I really appreciate the time you all take for feedback. It makes my day when I get a new comment. With the holidays looming the next chapter will be a couple weeks. Hope you all enjoy this chapter. DW
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I watched as a shiny white semi pulled down the long drive in front of the den. I wondered how Dia planned to get it out. The driver stopped in front of the den and the rig shuddered to a halt.
A tall girl got out of the semi carrying another girl in her arms. Rick pointed to Dia and told Joel that was the person he expected. Joel watched her closely for a moment through the windows before opening the front doors.
Dia was young, but she seemed fatigued. It wasn't that she looked physically tired. She walked toward us carrying June as if the other girl was no weight at all. She looked weary, as though some great stress was wearing her down.
The medical team rushed to get to June. She looked terrible. Deep bruises covered one side of her face and her arm was in a makeshift splint. As we got closer I could tell she was covered in a spell, 'the destroyer'.
June groaned in pain and saw her adopted brothers. In barely audible whispers, she begged them to run. They stood in shock watching her as the medical assistants brought our wheeled table out.
We took June and laid her out on the gurney. Standing next to her, I watched her taking tiny struggling hiccups of air. Looking quickly at her neck, I saw her trachea was deviated off to one side. She was dying in front of us.
"She got worse when she rolled off the bunk in the back about ten minutes ago," Dia told us watching June.
I ripped June's blouse down the middle to expose her and saw the deep purple bruising on one side.
"Pneumothorax," the healer and I said at the same time.
"We need a knife," I called to our assistants and started to push the gurney toward the den.
June wasn't breathing at all now, this situation was going downhill fast.
Dia flicked a small knife from her right front pocket and offered it up. I took the knife and examined it quickly; it was sharp enough. Without a second thought I found the proper place and pushed the blade into June's chest.
I could hear the growls coming from her adopted brothers and Lucas, but I didn't care. I had to release the pressure so she could breathe. The knife cut through her and as soon as it hit the built up air in her chest; it exploded out.
June's blood sprayed twenty feet out the incision I had made in a fine mist and she gasped in a breath. You could literally hear the air as it whistled out the opening. The effect on June was instantaneous, she coughed and started to scream on the gurney. She was in pain, but at least she was breathing.
"What happened, Madam Alpha?" Lucas asked from right behind me.
"Broken rib probably cut her lung, air got into the chest cavity and couldn't get out. It built up until she couldn't breath anymore. She'll need a chest tube for a couple of days, but she'll live," I explained quickly.
The healer took over and indicated I should stay. "I will care for the injured, Madam Alpha," she said pushing the gurney toward the den.
I turned and Joel was having a staring contest with Dia. I broke the game up by handing her back her knife.
Lucas and three of the four adopted brothers had gone with June, Rick stayed next to Joel.
"Alpha Latro, may I ask Dia a question?" the young wolf asked my mate.
Joel nodded but continued to stare at Dia. A bad feeling seemed to weigh the air down. This girl had brought something horrible to the den and I knew Joel couldn't tell what it was.
"How'd she get hurt, D?" Rick asked.
"You'll have to ask her, mutt," Dia told him and Joel growled.
"I have had enough of the 'mutt' comments. I will not tolerate any more of that from you," Joel said.
"You don't want me calling him that, fine, but that's the name he gave me when we met," Dia stated.
"Just call me Rick, D. June's a little out of it to be giving information. What happened that got her all beat up?" he asked again.
"Not part of the deal. Come get your stuff and let me get out of here. I have to go," Dia said irritably turning on her heel and walking to the back of the semi.
"Sir, I don't know what's going on. She's never been like this with us before," Rick whispered to Joel.
"Be on your guard, son," Joel told him stepping forward.
I followed Joel toward the back of the rig. Dia undid the locks and levers and threw the doors open. None of the warriors or security people got in front of the doors when they were opened. They waited for instructions.
I pushed into my mate's mind and felt his discomfort with this situation. Some deep instinct told him to be cautious, that there was danger very near. Softly, I told him I felt the same way.
Dia stood looking at us and pointed into the truck.
"Your shit's in there," she said. "Get it the fuck out. I'm not touching it anymore."
"Hell of a mouth you've got, Dia," Will said passing in front of the open doors and walking toward her.
She backed away from him and the truck. "I got his word," she said pointing at Joel, "I get to leave. Don't touch me."
A warm breeze came through the trees and pushed into the trailer. The wind billowed back out at us and we gagged as a group. Rotten, putrid flesh assaulted our senses. The scent was strong and even Dia must have smelled it. She pulled her shirt over her nose and turned away. The wind died and we all stared at Dia.
"What is in the back of this trailer?" Joel growled.
"That shit is what June wanted. She asked me to get it for her and I did. It was a favor, a fucking favor. She wanted to trade it for her brothers, she said you'd want it. Consider it a gift from her. Now get it out of my truck. I want it away from me," Dia said still holding her shirt over her nose.