The wolf was stunned for a moment and then lunged for Kevin’s throat. Kevin blocked the attack with his fist. By this time the wolf was trying to squirm away from the hold Kevin had around it’s middle. Peter from work appeared from the other side and waded into the fight.
Meg looked to where Luc had been a minute ago and saw his body pressed up against the door. “Good! At least he has the brains to stay out of this fight!” she thought. Looking back at the fight, she saw Peter pull a thick baton from his back pocket and hit the wolf. The wolf went limp, and collapsed on top of Kevin.
“Stay put,” said Luc as he walked away from the car door towards the limp form of the wolf and the two men. She didn’t move.
Luc helped Peter heave the wolf off of Kevin. There were some bites and his shirt was torn, but he didn’t look too bad. Peter grabbed the wolf by the scruff of the neck and started dragging him to the back of the house. Luc helped Kevin to the door of the house and then came to get Meg. He opened the door and held out a scuffed and bloodied hand to Meg. She took it and they moved quickly into the house.
“Who in the hell was that?” she asked once they were inside and the door was closed. She was shaking with adrenaline and noticed that Luc was going very pale. “Luc, sit down,” she said, all concern transferred to him.
“I’ll be okay. Go see to Kevin. He’s in the bathroom,” he said as he reached for his phone.
Meg nodded and headed to the bathroom. When she got there, Kevin had the remains of his shirt off and was trying to mop up the blood with a wet washrag.
“Here, let me help,” she said. He nodded and she took the washrag from him and started to clean up the deep gash on his side. The teeth grazed over the ribs before biting into the softer flesh near his stomach. It wasn’t bad, just bloody. She rinsed the washrag and repeated the process over his other scrapes and bites. His hands and arms were covered in scratches and teethmarks.
“Ow!” hissed Kevin as she worked on one deep bite.
“Sorry,” said Meg and tried to be more gentle. There was a flap of skin that tore and no way to clean it gently. It was just an ugly bite. She finished and looked into the medicine cabinet. Nothing. Then she remembered, the box under the sink. Meg pulled Luc’s first aide kit out from under the sink and found what she needed. She remembered how fast they healed, but still, some of those bite marks were going to hurt for a few days.
“I’ve got the antiseptic to put on these bites and then I’ll bandage the bigger ones,” Meg said to Kevin.
“Fine,” hissed Kevin. “Just hurry up and finish before I loose any more blood.”
“Hey, I got most the bleeding stopped,” she said. “Besides, once I get you cleaned up, I have Luc and Peter to see to.”
“Shit, ” Kevin said with an intake of breath as the antiseptic cream stung. “Didn’t think Luc got hurt,” he said through clenched teeth.
“He hurt his hand from what I could tell. Don’t know if he caught it in the door or what,” Meg said as she wiped her hands off and started to apply bandages. She tried to be gentle, but knew that it hurt Kevin. “Who attacked?” she asked.
“That was Duke,” Kevin said as he watched Meg wrap his ribs with sport tape over the bandages. He winced as she snugged it up. “Careful, I think I cracked a rib or two.”
“Probably, considering the way you landed and rolled about,” said Meg. She stood up having finished with the sports tape. Kevin looked a bit chagrined with bright pink sports tape wrapped around his ribs. She smiled. “Now let’s see how the others are and I want some explanations,” she said walking out with a fresh washrag and the first aide kit.
They found Luc and Peter in the living room. Duke was nowhere to be seen, so Meg figured that he must be locked up somewhere out of sight. At this point, she really didn’t care. Peter was cradling his hand and an arm. She didn’t see any gaping wound, but she knelt beside him first. She knew that if Luc was badly hurt, Peter would have said something.
“Okay, what’s wrong?” she asked Peter.
“I think I dislocated my shoulder when I threw Duke in the cage,” he said. His voice was thready with pain. “He woke up and got aggressive,” he gasped.
“Um, I don’t know how to put a shoulder back in,” Meg said. “Should we call Jeff?”
“Already have,” said Luc. “He’s on his way as well as Ginny and about half the family,” he finished. Luc didn’t sound happy.
“And how is your hand?” Meg asked.
“Just scratched from punching Duke in the nose,” Luc said and held up his hand. It was already scabbing over.
Meg nodded and wiped at it with the washrag since there was nothing she could do for Peter. When she was done, she took the kit back to the bathroom. She heard the door open as she turned back to the living room. Jeff walked in followed by a few people she didn’t know. Ginny was the last one in and closed the door. Jeff went straight to Peter and started working on his shoulder. Ginny walked over to where Kevin and Luc were sitting.
“Where is he?” she asked.
“On the back porch,” said Luc. He pointed towards the back of the house even though he knew she was familiar with the house.
Ginny nodded and two of the men followed her. As she got close to Meg, she stopped. “Are you okay?” she asked.
Meg nodded. “Just confused and coming down off the adrenaline rush,” she said.
“Get some food for you and the guys. I’ll start some coffee when I’m done with numb nuts,” she said with sub-vocals coloring her tone. Ginny was pissed.