and falling slowly so she knew it was alive, but it wasn’t moving. She didn’t know how much longer it was going to be alive. Then it opened its eyes and looked directly at her. With a little scream, she moved as quickly as she could into the house. If it was a bear cub, there would be a mama bear around, and from what she’d heard, they weren’t very nice when it came to the protection of their cubs.
Animal Control. She had to call Animal Control and they’d come get it. They would know what to do, and she had no intention of going outside until that thing was gone. She had no intention of becoming bear food.
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Zeke watched as a woman stepped outside, looked at the wolverine for a minute and then ran back in. He was lucky. He’d almost walked out to check on it, but had happened to see her walk out. Now was the time to check it. She was inside, probably too afraid to go near it. Smart woman. He walked out of the woods, gun held high, ready to shoot if it was playing dead. Instead of attacking like he expected, it stayed on the ground, eyes closed. This was way too easy.
“Did you get it, sir?” Paul asked through the walkie talkie.
“Damn it Paul,” he muttered. He didn’t want to alert the animal if it didn’t know he was there. He knew if he didn’t make sure it was dead now, he wouldn’t get a chance. He had to make sure it was dead. These things had amazing healing abilities, especially if they shifted. And if he didn’t kill it before it changed back to a human, he could be labeled a murderer. No, he needed it in its animal form. Then it was just hunting. Taking aim again, he heard something from inside the woman’s house. She was pulling back her interior shutters. He had to get out of there before she saw him.
“Sir?” Paul said through the walkie talkie again.
He pulled it out as he ran for the woods and said, “I shot it, but there’s a possible witness. I don’t know if it’s dead.”
“Roger,” Paul said.
He kept running until he knew he was covered by the trees, but when he turned around, he saw the wolverine shifting. The bastard was still alive. There was still hope, though: he did get a good shot in. Maybe it wouldn’t last long.
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Mike knew Lucy was watching him. He could hear the shutters as she opened them. The problem was that she thought he was some wild animal and would probably call Animal Control or something. Yes, there were shifters who worked there, just in case something like this happened, but it was something they liked to prevent from happening. He had to shift. It was going to hurt like hell, but he didn’t really have a choice. Straightening his body as best he could so it would be more comfortable, he let the shift take him over. It would help speed the healing process, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t be a bitch to do. He gritted his teeth, keeping in the scream as the wound was stretched from the shift.
Waiting for Lucy to see him was hard. He didn’t have the energy to yell out to her, but the feeling of blood running down his side was making him panic. He needed help. He needed to find out how bad it was to know if he needed to call Bill. Taking a deep breath, Mike tried to calm down. It wouldn’t do him any good to panic. He needed to get his heart rate down or he’d bleed to death before he could get help. Wincing in pain, he moved and looked at his stomach to see blood pouring out of a small hole. Fuck. He should have known he’d been shot. He knew it hurt like hell when you got shot, but he never knew it would hurt that much.
Letting himself fall back, he collapsed onto the ground. He had to wait for Lucy to see him, and he hoped it would be
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