She had no idea how long she lay there before she heard someone or something approaching. She had attempted to get up, to see if she could walk or even crawl, but moving her injured leg was so painful that she'd given up her attempts in favour of passing out. Her foot, when she'd had the courage enough to look at it, was swollen and sticky with drying blood. She could barely move her toes, and she thought her ankle had probably been crushed in the trap, but she wasn't a hundred percent sure. So she lay there on the forest floor, floating in and out of consciousness and lacking the strength and concentration to shift back to her wolf form, where she would have at least had the benefit of three other legs to drag herself home with.<br/><br/>The sound of a growl had her eyes opening a little, but one inhale and she knew it wasn't Grayson. She had scented this one before, however, outside her cabin. There was another with him, and she thought she recognized her as well, although she couldn't quite be certain. The sound of the male's howl brought goosebumps to her skin, and she lifted her eyes to his face as he shifted and spoke to her. She didn't know him, but she was glad of his presence, although she whimpered softly as he lifted her in his arms. She hadn't realized just how cold she'd felt until Luc was holding her, heat radiating from him in waves and soothing the shock she'd been in. Draping an arm across his shoulders, she was only half aware of what was going on around her, getting glimpses of the canopy overhead as she was carried along, the images fading in and out as her eyes opened and closed. God, she was going to be in so much trouble. She wasn't going to be able to check in on time, and Cam would take her off the assignment. But at least he wouldn't be able to send her home. At least, not until she was recovered.