STANLEY POV
Sam's heart thumps slowly as the blood continues to ooze out of her wound.
Something is definitely wrong. Hurst has been working on her for longer than needed for a simple bullet extraction. The sweat on his brow also points to an issue.
My eyes flick to Dan again and the worry on his face makes my heart pinch. I've never seen him look so desperate. If we lose her now the pack is doomed. Dan won't be able to lead and the weight of the pack will fall solely on my shoulders...Not something I want. I prefer my place in town. I prefer having my name known for my victories in the courtroom, but I will step up if needed. The Alpha bloodline that runs through our bodies is strong. Even Finley, who is the youngest, would suffice if I should falter. Watching the lose of Sam destroy Daniel would be soul shattering for all of us. Maybe if Samantha does succumb Angelica will be enough to keep him going.
Hurst sighs again and we all freeze. My eyes snap to his face and my heart sinks further. His face doesn't look like he is about to give us good news. He places down his instruments before meeting Dan's eyes with a look of almost guilt.
"Let's step out Alpha. The information I have for you is rough and you shouldn't be close to her when I tell you," Dr. Hurst says quietly and we all file out of the bedroom turned operating room with tense nervous steps.
DANIEL POV "The bullets splintered. They look as if the metal was laced with silver. Most bullets are made from copper and lead, but these are cheap...I can't dig it all out. I will have to stitch her up and give her antibiotics. Her heart didn't get hit, but she is in critical condition. How far away are the other two pack members? It will help her animal if the entire pack is here, Alpha. Maybe even in animal form," Hurst says as he wipes Samantha's blood from his hands. "David is still an hour out, but they will be here soon," I say as the rest of the pack nods. Hurst nods and goes to turn back towards my bedroom door, but a new scent makes us all freeze. The scent of oranges and lemons fills the hallway as we all whip around to find a wild-looking woman watching us. I have no idea how none of us heard her or smelled her before this moment, but I don't care. I roar and Benji jumps in front of me with his arms up. His eyes plead with me to calm down, but my protective instincts won't hear it. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? ACTUALLY, GET THE FUCK OUT. I CAN TELL YOU'RE A SHIFTER SO YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO TELL MY MATE IS IN NO CONDITION FOR VISITORS," I shout, and Benji cringes before glancing towards the slim dark-haired wild looking woman. "Mariah," Benji says, sounding cautious, and we all connect the dots simultaneously as we look between the two. "Fuck," Lewis grumbles, and Dr. Hurst crosses his arms. "She needs me," Mariah says, stepping towards us, and I growl. Benji growls at me lowly, and I roar into his face. He drops his head, and I step around him. The rest of the pack moves out of my way, and the dark-haired woman tenses. "Who the hell are you, besides the cougar who rejected my pack member? Why would my mate need you," I growl as I get right in her face. She growls lowly but drops her head, showing submission. My rage dips a bit, but she still isn't getting past me. "She is a cougar...she might be mated to a wolf, but her animal is cougar. I did some digging...your mate is my cousin. When Benji mentioned his Luna was a cougar I got interested in just how many of us were left in the world. I knew there weren't many of us left, and it's seems your mate's mom was my mom's older sister. Cougars need blood relatives around to feel safe. We have never been a species that bonds very easily...Now I know your mate is half-wolf, so I think we all need to go in there. Her pack and her relative. It will make her inner animal feel the safest," Mariah explains, and my eyes widen. "You're her cousin," I whisper, and Mariah nods. "Yeah. My parents died when I was young. But my mom told me about her family tree. When Benji mentioned another cougar, I called the council. I told them my parents' names and their siblings...next thing I know, they gave me the names of two cousins. One hasn't been seen since he reached maturity, which is common with us, and then the other was Samantha. Her last known address was this house...I got to the front door and smelled my mate...Mother Goddess knows what she is doing, doesn't she? Now are we going to save her or not," Mariah asks, and I feel like my jaw has hit the floor. My brain is exploding with information, but I know one thing the Goddess does answer prayers. "Yes. My name is Alpha Daniel. Welcome to the Grey Pack, Mariah," I reply before grabbing her arm and towing her straight into my room. The rest of the pack, minus David and Lauren, follow us in. The scent of blood is still heavy in the air, but I ignore it as I approach my cougar mate. Nothing else matters but making her better. "The next twenty-four hours should be very critical, Alpha. I will stay in a room upstairs. Let me know if she wakes up or acts as if she is in pain. If she starts to shift back to human, let her. It will be easier to treat her in human form," Dr. Hurst says before leaving us standing around my bed. Mike hands Angelica to Boyd, and I hold my hands out. I haven't held my stepdaughter all day, and I missed her. Boyd passes her to me without a word, and I bury my nose into her velvety folds of skin. "I missed you, little cat," I whisper, and she grabs a handful of my hair. As my scalp stings, I grin. At least Adam didn't hurt his child. "Mommy will be just fine, baby girl," I whisper before looking at my mate's tranquil face. Just fine.
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STANLEY POV
"She will wake up soon," I whisper, and Dan nods.
His overgrown facial hair and wild eyes make him look like a rogue. My inner animal can't even recognize him as an Alpha anymore. If it weren't for Angelica and Samantha's presence Dan would be insane right now.
"It's been too long...I...Stan, what happens if she never takes up," Dan asks brokenly, and I shake my head as I grab his shoulder.
"She will. She has healed. Her body just needs some more time. She experienced a lot in a short amount of time. I am sure her brain needed to recoup along with her body," I say sternly, and he nods.
"Okay. Yeah. You are right. I just...If it goes wrong...the pack will look to you. I won't be able to function," Dan says, and I nod.
"There is no chance of that happening. But if there ever comes a time that you are unable to lead this family, I will step up. You have my word," I say, and Dan nods once before looking back at Samantha's peaceful face.
STANLEY POV The yells and growls coming from Dan's room reach my ears, and I growl lowly as I stand. Sam's angry voice rings out, catching me by surprise, and relief quickly flows through me at the sound of my Luna's voice. Finally! Dan wasn't going to last much longer without her waking up. The beast within me teeters between relieved and protective as we begin to listen in on her harsh words. "Stop speaking in half-truths," Sam growls, and I hear Benji's mate, Mariah, reply lowly. I growl again as my inner suspicions are confirmed. I tense my muscles and wait. I don't want to barge in on the situation since Angelica is in the room, but I need to be ready. She might have arrived in our time of need, but something about her has always struck me as uneasy. Her demeanor is too wild for civilized living. She is almost emotionless at times and seems unfazed by uncomfortable situations. But it's her quick reflexes and movements that make me edgy. As I listen, it becomes
Dan, Samantha, and Boyd left to join the search in Florida for Margaret Polk, and the rest of the pack has been stuck tiptoeing around Mariah and Lauren. We have all taken turns hiding out in our rooms, but being together is a must while the pack's leaders are gone. Our instincts demand it. We need the closeness to reassure our inner animals. I have used my alone time to research the bears who hired Mariah, but like my fellow pack members, my animal is demanding closeness with its pack. I haven't been able to hide away as much as I normally do, which has been rough on both my heart and my senses. Being around a heavily pregnant Lauren and a devoted David has been brutal. The females have tried to avoid each other, but each time they have been in the same room has been terrible. Tonight's dinner is especially tense. But we have to get through it. Mariah keeps leaning in a little closer towards Lauren, and Lauren hasn't looked away from Mariah once. Her angelic face is twisted int
I can do this. I can meet her son. I can hold him and show him, love. It isn't his fault I love his mother when she isn't even mine. "Stanley, can you believe it? I am a mom," Lauren says excitedly as I come through the door to her room. Hurst's clinic is small, but the walls are built to give shifters privacy. But I still need to mindful. David will be back soon and seeing them all together as a happy family will be too painful.I offer her the kindest smile I can muster, and she smiles right back. "I sure can. You will be an amazing mother," I reply as I come to the side of her bed. I look down at the tiny male in her arms, and my heart squeezes in my chest for what seems like the millionth time. He is a perfect blend of David and Lauren. His scrunched face and mixed smell is a symbol of their union and bond. He is also a symbol of what I will never have. "Stan? You okay," Lauren whispers, and my eyes snap to hers. Worry clouds the depths of her beautiful brow
"That's nice. Is Andrew comfortable with that," I ask as I follow behind my twin with my hands tucked in my pockets. "Yeah. He commented on how much he would miss all of us, and Boyd offered to go over," he answers while looking at me for a second. I'm glad the human has accepted all of us. Sam needs him in her life. I was surprised though when Dan called to say Mr. polk would be coming back with them to buy a place in town, but it seems to be working out. I nod uncomfortably before taking a deep breath and running my hand through my hair. I need to discuss more important matters than the friendly human though. "That's good. I am happy he seems to have accepted us. I umm...I know you just got home, but there are some things we need to go over now that you are back. For one, we need to talk about the bears. I don't like that they are hiring assassins to eliminate our Luna. We need to talk to them. I mean, Samantha hasn't done anything wrong," I say, and Dan halts abruptly.
STANLEY POV "Are we sure this won't turn into an ambush," Dan asks as he looks around at the log cabins built close together. The entire drive he has been this way. But I get it. His mate has been kidnapped, shot, and now she has an assassin after her. "I have spoken on the phone with Mrs. Orson several times. She has agreed to hear us out. We are meeting in the community public building. They hold discussions there and vote on community matters. It should be safe," I reply as I open the driver's side door. They follow my example and exit the car cautiously. Samantha and Dan share a look over the roof before he gives me a nod. I return the gesture, and we head for the larger building situated in the center. As my talks with Kendall Orson have progressed, the anger has lessened, and understanding has been evident in her voice, but an in-person meeting will prove whether or not the bad blood has indeed been washed away. Daniel knocks on the solid wood door twice before step
STANLEY POV Steady grunts leave my mouth as I toss square bails of hay thirty feet into the air. My shifter body is nearing its breaking point, and that's saying a lot. I have been working for thirteen hours straight, and I keep finding more projects to do in the barn. Tasks that don't really need to be done. Like reorganizing our winter supply of hail bails.Keeping myself busy and out of the house has become a necessity for survival at this point. Lauren and her adorable son seem to be everywhere. She hasn't returned to work yet, so at least the office is still a safe place. However, that does me no good on days like today...Saturday. My haven is closed, and the pack expects me to be here. "Hello, big brother," Finley says as he comes strolling up behind me. I grunt louder to acknowledge him, and he chuckles."Not even a smile...wound up that tight, huh," Finley asks, and I freeze midswing. "Don't start," I growl, not even looking his way. Finley moves closer, and I throw
STANLEY POVThe cart the stewardess is pushing, rattles as another brief moment of turbulence jostles the plane, and I tense again. I can't believe I agreed to this.When Fin mentioned flights I was so wrapped up in my feelings for Lauren, I forgot how much I detest these machines. I figured we would start with an area close by home but Samantha decided that Panama City, Florida, would be a good starting point for our search. So of course, that meant I would be on an airplane. A unsafe, unnatural form of travel invented by insane humans...Humans. Animals who are as breakable as a piece of China."I forgot how much you hate this," Finley chuckles from beside me, and I give him a stern sideye."Shut up," I order, and his laugh evolves into a loud boom that gathers attention from the other passengers."Don't be like that. The is supposed to be fun," Finley laughs, and I hold back a growl before rolling my eyes.Nothing I say at this point will get him to lay off. He has found something t
STANLEY POV The blaring music feels like thunder against my sensitive ears, and I keep having to grind my teeth together to push past the pain. "Yeah, I think earplugs would have helped," Finley mumbles from next to me, and I look at him with a, "you think" expression. He chuckles nervously before shrugging. He shoots back a swig of his weak beer and points toward the crowd with his hand. "See anyone special," Fin asks, and I shake my head while thoroughly searching the crowd. I haven't smelled or spotted anyone special: just half-naked women and desperate males competing for attention. "She isnt here, and I'm having an awful time," I reply, and Fin nods as he looks toward the door. "I guess I thought this would be more interesting than just standing here. Why do people like this type of social activity so much" Fin asks, and I shrug. "Beats me. I guess the people who don't have soul mates have to find partners in other ways," I reply after a few seconds, and