“What the hell’s taking so long?” His mother sniffed and lifted her watch for the hundredth time. “It’s only been forty-three minutes and she said she’d be an hour. That bullet could have gotten lodged anywhere. If Tyler dies because of something I said…” Brandon tossed up his hand and made a disgusted noise in his mother’s direction. “Mum! If there’s anyone to blame, you know it’s bloody me! Or fucking Tyler! Seriously! He’s never learnt to control his lion and just because Laura dumped us doesn’t mean he had to go running off into the woods in the middle of the day. How stupid can he be?” His parents’ eyes shifted to the space behind him. Brandon whirled around to see Laura standing in the doorway, blood covering her coat and her shoulder keeping the door open. “He’s in recovery.” “He all right?” Brandon asked, swallowing the lump that had risen up when he saw the woman that was meant to be their mate. Laura nodded and stood up straighter, that strength he admired shining through.
