“Does she have a pattern?” “She didn’t come to my attention until the end of her first year. Angela came to my office alerting me that she takes two weeks off every three months. I am a strict alpha with my pack and new transfers are not immune to my expectations. After speaking extensively with Angela and Kathy, I called Jessa to my office the next time she called out sick. Kathy felt she was faking it and simply didn’t want the workload she had. Angela was a little more forgiving. She felt that Jessa was sick but was concerned about the pattern. As I just started saying, I called her to the office the next time it presented. Angela just about dragged her there because of her fear of me. I knew immediately that she wasn’t faking it even though it didn’t aggravate my intuitive side. I asked a series of questions about what blood work or other medical tests had been done and upon realizing she never got the standard physical that all wolves get I ordered blood work to be done. Despite
I loosen my hold as he bows his head, finally nodding his acknowledgment that he played no part in the danger she’s currently in. “What happens after you give her palliative care?” “I give the three of you time together. You can speak to her about what little I just told you about empaths and hopefully she will be able to comprehend the painful and dangerous therapy that she will need to recover.” “Painful and dangerous?” He’s hushed in fear. All I can do is nod. “I will give more details once the antiemetic and Vicodin has kicked in. It’s best if I go over the details just once as it’s a complicated process and if you try to repeat what I’ve said and get confused then it will become harder for her to understand.” To my relief he nods silently. He watches as I walk to the other side of the room. I type in the PIN code to the cabinet I’m in front of as the medication Jessa needs to start the reversal of her silver poisoning is highly dangerous and thus highly regulated. Only empat
She yelps even harder when I complete the shot. Despite her nod to my instructions her will is as weak as her fight. Again the three of us keep her where I need her and I get the Vicodin into her just seconds after finishing the first. She settles into a persistent whimper as I pop the cold pack and place it on her arm. “Dev, I’ve stayed quiet to allow this to play out but this has all of us very upset. I need to know what’s going on with Cole’s mate.” I shake my head. “That’s unacceptable. I command you to explain why you are doing something that is obviously painful before you ever explain to her what’s going on with her.” He’s understandably angry as he leaves his chair and approaches us. While his aura does little to affect Demetri and I, he’s only about halfway to us when Cole starts to whine. It’s when he’s barely a foot behind me that Jessa wakes up enough to struggle with his presence. “Please don’t beat me. Don’t rape me. I’ll leave on my own. Just give me a chance.” Her
“Yes sir.” He nods as he leaves the bottle of water he was drinking with Jessa. “Buddy recognized Demetri’s voice on the phone. He immediately told me that he was our alpha and we needed to get back to him. It was only because I didn’t recognize him that I chose to come back here and Buddy understood that. The moment he came in the door Buddy recognized both of them. While I am nervous with Alpha Demetri Buddy keeps telling me that he saved my life and is trying to save our mate. Any comfort he can bring to her is welcomed.”I smile briefly when he looks at me nodding my head in approval. It’s rare to find an alpha male who doesn’t easily get jealous but they do exist. He walks slowly back to the kitchen. I’m fairly certain that he’s after another water considering he gave the first one to his mate. I crouch down beside the chair Jessa and Demetri sit in, making myself smaller lowers the feeling of being a threat. “Jessa, I know it hasn’t been very long but we need to talk about what
“Take my hand Cole.” I reach out towards him. He slips his hand into mine but it’s impossible to miss the tremble. “Do you know what I’m looking for?” He nods, I wait. “The pain is easier to tolerate now that I know where it comes from. I’m scared Dr. Leroux. The pain is intense and I’m only getting part of it.” I nod. “I’m sorry, Cole. It will get worse before it gets better but her will to live is the biggest factor.” He nods as I let his hand go and pick up her arm. I run my fingers lightly down her forearm looking for the best vein to use. She flinches with my touch but no longer has the energy to even pull away. “Are you still awake, Jessa?” “Barely.” She whispers. “I need to run a lot of blood tests before I give you the medication that will start the dumping process so I will be giving you a multivitamin with iron to help with anemia. Are you aware of any panels that were done at Crimson Dawn?” “I will contact Angela in the morning and have her medical records sent to yo
“I’m sorry for the intrusive nature of the question. The only medical school exclusive to werewolves on the east coast is the Greater Council for Supernatural Medicine. I researched them as I had an interest in paying for Jessa to go but found that while the werewolves that were admitted there did very well, there was a very low death rate for a learning hospital, they have a strict punishment policy. One that I felt is far too harsh considering how many empaths are abused.” I nod my head. “The guilt of her death wasn’t enough. I was placed on a four week probation where I was not allowed to interact with the patients until the case had been reviewed by the elders in charge of the hospital. We weren’t aware at the time of my enrollment the full extent of their rules and they reserve the right to discontinue your education if someone dies no matter how sick they are. The morning after her death I was called to the dean’s office, informed of my probation and what the expectations were
“Use the twenty gauge to draw 2.5 ml don’t worry about air. Once drawn you need to switch to the twenty-eight gauge, reinsert into the vial and push any air and extra medication back into the bottle. You want 2ml with no air bubbles.” She whines sharply and quickly turns away from watching Demetri draw the medication. “Is this given like the Vicodin or like the antiemetic?” He asks. It seems he’s sped up the process not wanting to give her a chance to change her mind. “Like the Vicodin. No breaks. It will take about fifteen minutes for her to start feeling the medication in her arm. The pain will slowly spread out into the rest of her body as it’s designed to penetrate every muscle and organ before it reaches her wolf. You and I will need to assist in taking on the pain during the most painful hour as Cole’s pain level is already a lot higher than I want it to be.” He nods his head as he prepares the shot as I instructed. “Jessa, this is saline to clear the line. It may feel a l
I state quietly as I look at my watch. It’s been nearly two hours since they’ve arrived and this is going to be one of the most difficult things she will have to go through. Her face contorts with the pain as she brings her hand to her chest. Placing the medication into the muscle of her arm results in it hitting her heart and lungs first. This is the most intense pain that she will experience muting out the rest of her body feeling the same. It hits first and leaves last. “I’m sorry sweetie. I promise this is the worst. You will feel the effects of silver tomorrow but once I get a sample of what your wolf is holding I can start giving you the appropriate binders that will flush it out of your system.” I explained softly as I take her hand in mine. She squeezes me hard as she resists moving away from her chest. While I have never had the discomfort of feeling this medication in my body I detoxed enough empaths during my training that I know all their reactions. Clawing at their che
“It was during his return that things became more active in his case. Alpha Demetri made the trip with his mate to the Shadowlands pack. Turns out she’s an empath and was very sick with silver poisoning. They were able to save her and to the best of my knowledge he returned to Crimson Dawn around the beginning of the year.”“He did it? He made it home?”His face lights up like a child on Christmas day.“Yes, he is with his mate in the protections of Alpha Demetri Black. Unfortunately, his amnesia has not yet resolved and as a precaution, in order to obtain custody of Cole, Alpha Black had to agree to restrict his movements until his mental health improves.”“He’s a prisoner there?”I had a feeling he would take this part hard.“Not necessarily. Considering what little I know about the hell he lived through next door and his encounter with the alpha of Purple Mountain, I don’t see where he’ll have the desire to leave that territory any time soon.”He nods his head a little more relaxed
(Julius’s POV) I smile as the tall frame of my son in law stops and knocks on my open door. “You wanted to see me?” “Yes sir. Please come in.” He steps inside the room but only manages to close the door halfway before the demons of his past creep back upon him. “I would prefer this to be a private conversation but if closing the door makes it feel like you’re going to be punished then I encourage you to keep it open.” I speak my true feelings as he slowly turns around. The look of disbelief on his face. While it takes him several deep breaths he does manage to shut the door by the time I’ve stood from my desk. “Where would you like to sit?” Once again he’s in disbelief. “I need you as relaxed and level headed as possible. Where would you be the most comfortable?” I try again. “The recliner?” He manages to speak after a hard swallow. I nod and allow him to lead. He chooses the rocking recliner allowing him to rock subtlety as Hayden stirs gently. I smile as he console
“I threw a fit. Charles waited until I was outside the courtroom to start punishing me for embarrassing him. He punched me in the face several times before I fell to the ground, then he started kicking me. He kept me on the ground until he was certain Heather and Marcus had left. Even though I had driven my own car to court he dragged me to his. He drove me home, only he didn’t go to the garage. No, he went to the back of the west wing where the room he modified for Cole is. I’ve only been in that room a handful of times when participating in my brother’s torture.” I stop as the memories of wrapping the silver belt around his leg and the condition he was in when I rescued him eight months ago blend together in a confusing mess. Murmurs float around the room, commenting on my unprompted confession. “Breathe, Andre. That was a very difficult truth to admit to. No comments will be made.” I know he’s addressing the pack as I continue to struggle. “You knew what was going to happen to
“I’m concerned about you Andre.” Julius now has my attention only he has crouched down to my level. “While your statement seems to have helped Hayden it gave me the clue I was looking for.” “A clue to what?” “The true reason behind the terror you have in gaining custody of your kids. While any other wolf in this pack saying such a thing would be passed off as simply being very serious about their statement, you stating that you nearly died once to fight for them is something I take very seriously. What happened the last time they were taken from you?” I shake my head hard, holding my breath as I fight against the flashbacks trying to invade my thoughts. “Andre?” He tries again but all I can do is shake my head slowly. “Papa Redmen hit him. He made him bleed.” The innocent voice of my daughter breaks through. “You saw it?” Abe seems shocked that it would be done in front of her. I watch as she nods her head. “Mommy spanked me for crying.” She whines hard before laying against h
(Andre’s POV) Stepping into the pack house is surreal at best. My head is spinning out of control with thoughts I had desperately tried to put behind me. I had relinquished all hope of ever having my kids just for the full force of the unpredictably of my life to cripple me when I need to be my strongest. The house is silent as I pick my way through the crowd. Julius is carrying Harper and Abe is trailing behind the two of us. It seems Julius wants as much of a barrier as he can create between Hayden and any escape route he may manage to find. I’m more concerned about him getting lost inside the pack house than him getting outside it. This place has proven to be a maze to me despite living here full time for the last six months. The house is completely silent except for the television quietly counting down the seconds until the new year. I can only hope that this year is different. That the New Year will actually be the change I’ve needed for years. Shamefully, I feel the dread tha
“To show him the effects that abuse has on others. To prove to him once and for all that what his father taught him is wrong. Besides, Charles has been extremely cruel to Andre as well.” “How so?” “Well, I just learned tonight that Alpha Redmen gave each of his sons permission to have sex, to even rape, at the age of sixteen but lied about the penalty for getting the lady pregnant. Andre has been beaten multiple times for pregnancies. The first two were not his, yet he was mercilessly beaten three times during both of those pregnancies. He was forgiven a fourth when the pups came back not his. The beatings got worse when he got three others pregnant just to be denied the ability to be their father. The two older ones with two different ladies are in better packs than Red Fang but the two with him now. Well, their mother isn’t much of a mother.” I state sadly as I pull into the garage, turning off the motor as the door closes behind me. “I need your help. These pups are terrified a
(Julius’s POV)It’s an hour's drive to get from Red General to the Red Moon pack house. Since Charles has been removed, moving through the Red Fang territory has become easier as the borders are completely open while the council is here. The bad news is, it’s gotten a lot more dangerous. While open borders allows the pack members to come and go, even move out if they please, it also allows rogues to infiltrate the territory. I’ve had to up my own guards on the border to account for the vulnerability it’s created for my own pack. The council hasn’t been happy with me accompanying Andre to and from the territory. They felt that, as the coronated heir, he should be able to handle this himself. I took the opportunity of his consistent meltdowns to save the fallout from such visits showing the council exactly how severe his abuse has been. I cringe every time I hear him speak about his brother, Cole. How has Cole even survived if his analogy of the situation is true? That Cole’s suffering
“It’s quite alright. We are used to this type of reaction from children who come in abused. I can tell by the way he’s calmed that you are his biological father. We’ve been waiting for you.” I’m stunned when a voice comes from behind me instead of the nurse in front of me. I turn to see an unfamiliar woman in the doorway in front of Julius and Alex. Something about her unnerves deeply and my immediate reaction is to step back. “Easy Andre, she’s here to help.” Julius tries to calm me. We study each other silently as I sway gently. “I understand that you have had a very rough time with the council’s family court. I promise it is different this time. Take a seat so we can talk. Are you okay with me sitting on Harper’s bed?” I nod slowly without moving. “Mr. Redmen, do you think you can get him to take this?” The nurse hands me a little cup of purple liquid. “What is it?” “Tylenol 3. It has a small amount of codeine in it. Humans won’t give it to children this young but it has be
I wake up yelping, screaming and fighting from the fitful dream I fell into during the ride to Red General. I cling hard to the back of Alpha Julius’s shirt as he silently embraces me. I had no idea how hard dad had been on me until I went to Blister Ridge. I had to harden up while I was back at Red Fang which has not only delayed my ability to process what has happened but it has added to the trauma I’m already struggling with. Josh has diagnosed me with complex PTSD, he did shortly after I moved into this pack after Cole disappeared. He simplified the description as being multiple traumatic events instead of just one causing the post trauma anxiety. Julius waits patiently for me to get myself together as going into the hospital with my own PTSD on full display won’t help me with my kids. I lift myself from his shoulder slowly, taking several deep breaths with my eyes still closed. It’s only as I open them and look into his blue-green eyes that he speaks. “Are you ready?” His voic