I held Cherry close, my heart thumping frantically as if it meant to punch through my chest.
My voice shook as I demanded, “We need the doctor.”
All eyes darted around the pack, and my own looked through the familiar faces, hoping to find Paul, our pack’s doctor.
“He’s here,” someone called, and my eyes zeroed in on the grey-haired man who was tending to someone who sat on the ground. People around him parted, and the man on the ground urged Paul away from him too. Everyone understood that the pack’s Luna took priority.
Bert and Mike, Cherry’s dad, as well as my own parents, had clustered around Cherry and me, their faces strained and anxious. Quibbles about having anyone look at my mate’s beautiful naked body fell away as the doctor’s eyes and fingers ran over Cherry. He checked her pulse, which I already knew raced too quickly. I knew, too, from my shifter senses as I listened that her heart was racing even more wildly than mine.
Paul pulled back one of her eyelids, only to show that her pupils were too large. They were dilated as if she’d been drugged. The doctor’s fingers settled on her hip, or more specifically, on the gash torn into her flesh there. He pushed a finger into the wound, and I had to fight the urge to defend my mate even as she didn’t stir at all at the movement that should have caused her pain. Paul brought the finger slick with Cherry’s blood up to his nose, then gingerly tasted it. He spat it out immediately, “Wolfsbane,” he growled. “Someone’s poisoned our Luna.”
My face blanched, and I clutched Cherry closer to me. Anger and fear whipped through me. The Bloodmoon Pack had poisoned my mate. I looked up to see the same rage marking my Beta’s face.
“What do we do?” I demanded, looking at the doctor.