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44-2: coffee theory
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Red Moon 45-1: rejected
The medical team in charge of monitoring Red Moon Alpha was on the warpath. Doctors and nurses were running around trying to revive their pack leader as quickly as possible. One nurse had started standard cardiopulmonary resuscitation in waiting for the defibrillator to be set up while his colleagues were busy getting emergency care up and running. Jason, the pack's healer, knew that at this stage, his healing gift would be of no use. He had positioned himself in front of the feet of his Alpha's body and put his hands forward to try and make direct contact with the big red wolf. His eyes had gone completely white as his own wolf cried in his mind, looking for an answer from his pack leader. This was the difference between a doctor and a healer. Where the medical profession relied on science and research, healers served as amplifiers for the wolves sharing their hosts' souls. The mere presence of a healer accelerated the healing process of an injured werewolf. But at that very mo
Red Moon 45-2: rejected
Alpha Black had crossed his arms over his chest and kept his eyes riveted on Harry's face. Beneath the redhead's thin, closed eyelids, Black could see the eye movements that confirmed the Red Moon Alpha's return to life. "What... what happened?" whispered Jason, staggering closer to the body of his pack leader. He placed a hand over the redhead and waited a moment. The healer breathed a sigh of relief, feeling the red wolf's presence beneath his fingers. He looked up at Black, hands trembling, and murmured an emotional thank-you. Black paid no attention to the healer and watched for the slightest sign of Harry waking up. As for Jason, he didn't know where to stand. He didn't understand what Alpha Black wanted from him or why he had ordered the medical staff out of the ruined room. "Do your job," Black growled at the healer. His voice was so low and hoarse you'd have thought it was his own wolf speaking for him. A shiver of terror ran down Jason's spine, and he had to force himse
Red Moon 46-1: I am the real monster
Emmanuelle had fallen asleep after feeding on Augustin's blood. She hadn't stopped crying, despite her monstrous thirst. She could hardly swallow easily.By the time she'd finished her meal, she'd burst into tears again and started screaming her beloved's name.She was utterly unsettled and didn't know what to feel. Her heart and mind were torn between the joy of carrying a child and the despair of no longer feeling the presence of their beloved. Thus, she had alternated contradictory emotional states before collapsing from exhaustion.Two hours had passed since she had finally found refuge in her sleep. Two hours in which she had regained her strength and her wits. With the bond between her and her beloved now severed, she seemed to have regained all her mental faculties and the cold, objective reasoning that characterized her. However, despite all the cold objectivity, she was capable of, she continued to mourn Harry's loss inwardly. From now on, she could only hope that he was we
Red Moon 46-2: I am the monster
Augustin sighed briefly and slid onto his back. He found himself lying beside his daughter, staring at the wide ceiling beams. Emmanuelle felt a wave of sadness crash over her. She had to run a hand over her heart to try and banish the pain, but it was useless. She forced herself to squeeze her eyelids as tightly as possible, hoping to make Harry's face appear in her mind again. But her eyes saw only blackness. So she stifled a sob, feeling the lump in her throat, as she didn't want to alarm Augustin any further. At the same time, she was replaying past events over and over in her mind, regretting each and every one of her actions. However, of all the mistakes she had made, the most painful and heartbreaking remained in her mind: that of having waited to let herself be marked by Harry. She lay moping in bed, clutching the thick blanket to her heart. She kept telling herself that this situation was only temporary, that Harry would soon find her, and she could tell him she was carryi
Red Moon 47-1: deal with it
Harry slowly opened his eyes. He had to blink several times to adjust his vision to the blinding brightness of the room. The young Red Moon Alpha had no idea where he was or what he was doing there. He took a few deep breaths and recognized the aseptic smell of disinfectant so characteristic of hospitals. Then, at last, the sound of machines reached his ears, and he became aware of the plastic tubes to which his body was connected. "Till?" whispered Harry. He couldn't understand why he was in a hospital bed or why his wolf's power hadn't been enough to heal him. It wasn't right that he should be placed in a condition where he had to be bedridden. Nervous spasms moved his facial muscles as he gradually became aware of his wolf's silence. Alone. A feeling of anguish gripped the young Alpha's heart as that single word echoed in his mind. He was alone again and unable to contact Till. But he had something else. So it wasn't just Till's lack of response that paralyzed the young Alpha
Red Moon 47-2: deal with it
Witnesses who had seen the scene had tried to follow them, at first squealing with delight. They all felt happy and reassured to see their Alpha fit enough to go out. However, when they finally became aware of their pack leader's posture, they finally realized that something was wrong. Worse still, they had begun to cry out in horror at the sight of the Mad One heading straight for the arena. The Red Moon pack's telepathic link had been flooded with warning messages and cries for help. Beta Connor, who had spent the day organizing meetings with other packs, had lost his balance and abandoned whatever he was doing to rush out. The pack's collective panic had prevented him from thinking calmly, and his body was now only acting automatically. He had shouted to the soldiers and guards positioned at the borders of the pack's territory to join him as quickly as possible. Alpha Black tossed Harry's body without a moment's hesitation. He remained completely indifferent to the growing crow
Red Moon 48-1: get up
Harry was now sprawled on his back. His arms stretched out crosswise to his sides. His nose was bleeding from the kick he'd received in the face, and he had to cough to get rid of the blood filling his throat. The young redhead let out a pained groan as Alpha Black lifted him by the hair. Harry's usually well-groomed brush cut had grown long enough for the Mad one to grab it quickly. Alpha Black lifted Harry so that he was at eye level and stared at the young man in front of him. He wanted to see Harry's healing speed and was shocked at how slowly his wolf's power was working. This confirmed that the red wolf was dormant, and Black knew he had to act quickly if Harry's animal side was not to sink too deep inside him. The Mad One knew perfectly well what it felt like to be deprived of his animal part. He couldn't even tell the last time he'd been able to talk to his own wolf. Despite Black's pleas, the animal remained walled in silence, communicating only by growling. Despite his
Red Moon 48-2: Get up
Harry had seen Alpha Black's face gradually take on the appearance of a wolf with fur as black as a moonless night. This should never have frightened him so much. However, what should have been a commonplace occurrence in a werewolf's daily life had turned into a horror movie for the young man. Had it been any other wolf, Harry wouldn't have cared a lick about it. Yet he never thought he'd have to deal with the Alpha Black wolf himself. During their training sessions, the Mad One had always made sure he had the upper hand over his animal side for fear that his wolf would try to hurt the young man. Now, for the first time in his life, Harry found himself face to face with the great black wolf. The fear he felt was so great that he felt as if everything frightening he'd experienced up to now had been a walk in the park. The Mad One's bones had cracked in transformation, while his skin was covered in a long coat as black as night. A menacing growl arose, amplified by the spherical sh
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