Page 27 of Fated to the Wolf Cowboy

It took several hours for the bones to set enough that Sam allowed me to shift back to my skin, but he still wouldn’t let me leave the clinic.

“You’re healed enough to shift, but give it a few more hours and then you can resume normal activities. If you’d stayed in your fur just one more hour it would have been better, but I can’t have you threatening my nurses every time they come in here to check on you.”

I hung my head in shame. He wasn’t wrong. I’d been a horrible patient.

“I’ll try to behave,” I promised.

It had been a long day already. In all the madness I hadn’t once thought about work.

Picking up my phone from the pile of my things they’d brought in with me, I called Tim.

“How are you feeling?”

“Is that Brady?” Kenneth yelled in the background.

“I guess you heard.”

“The whole Pack heard about it,” he admitted followed by an awkward silence.

“Great,” I muttered. The last thing I wanted was to be the center of Pack gossip. I could only imagine the jokes floating around.So a cowboy mates a horse and. . .

I groaned at the thought.

This was ridiculous.

“Don’t sweat it. It’s no one’s business but yours.”

“Great. You think I’m crazy too.”

“I’ll admit it’s a bit unusual, but I don’t think you’re crazy. Mating is very personal and unique for every couple.”

I snorted. “Stop being pragmatic. This is weird. She won’t even talk to me. What am I supposed to do with that?”

“I don’t know, man.”

There was a knock at the door and then Thomas poked his head in.

“Thomas is here. Let me go. Just tell me everything’s okay over there.”

“We’ve got your back. No problems whatsoever,” Kenneth yelled.

I should have reminded him we were not doing fall planting, but I had a sneaking suspicion I was going to return to a full crop load in the making.

“Keep him in check, please,” I begged Tim.

“I’ll try my best. You just get better soon.”

“Thanks.” I hung up with my brother and then addressed Thomas. “Well, come in.”

“You’re much more alert and irritable than I expected. I thought Sam would have you well drugged by now.”

“He tried. I didn’t want that shit.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Fine. I’ll be better when I can get the hell out of here. I need to make sure my mate’s okay and get back to work.”

“About that. . .”