(Cole’s POV)After my spar with alpha, I took Patrick up on getting closer to his group to watch. I don’t have much desire to actually spar as it’s too much like fighting. I’m tired of fighting. I fight for everything I have, want and need. I need a break. Plus, I don’t think I’m medically cleared to participate with anyone outside of alpha but I’m still willing to watch. That’s how I have learned everything the last eight years and, according to beta, I’m really good. I show up at my usual time, around ten, after I’ve fixed what’s leftover from breakfast in the halls for my meal. Something is different about this week as there was barely any left to raid. I know beta’s been watching me. He seems to have taken some lessons on giving me some space. He didn’t approach me to talk with me until Monday, although it’s mostly him that’s talking. Off in the distance I can see a young male mimicking the prospects. Shame is, these prospects are not the ones you want to mimic. They haven’t ha
Friday, April 27th(Demetri’s POV)It’s been over three weeks since I moved Cole into his new room on the first floor and asked for his help with the big brother program. I ultimately decided to postpone his testing after he fell apart later that night. It took a while to get his padding in. I was hoping that it would reduce the stress of testing his sparring skills but so far he’s gotten so nervous just putting them on that I didn’t engage him in any actual sparring. I would love to see his defensive skills but I’m waiting for him to need sparring before trying again. He has made changes to his schedule to accommodate the additional things we have asked him to participate in. After showing him where the other prospects were training at, I have seen him rotate between the three groups depending on the usefulness of the training for him. Even though I have essentially dropped him from this run as a warrior prospect I refuse to send him home. As far as he and the council knows, he st
I stand from my desk after a glance at the time on my laptop. Cole has been working on my computer for a good three hours and we’re quickly approaching dinner time. Despite the awkwardness of being around Lucas he has at least relented to sitting at the table with us during dinner. The girls keep him fairly entertained and often feed him from their plates while he’s there. He doesn’t often eat a plate of his own or talk unless he’s spoken too but it’s still progress. At least he’s not so isolated now. Something is weighing heavily on the young man’s mind. Has been for days and I’ve noticed tics that he’s never displayed before getting worse everyday this week. Letting him care for some of our youngest pack members for an hour in the care center allowed him to forget but it only lasted that one hour. He’s been eerily quiet since we left. Even though he’s maintaining a very calm and collected outward appearance, his persistent grasping tic and scanning eyes tell me a very different st
I quickly go through the drawers of my desk, slamming them shut when I don’t find what I need. I can feel multiple people trying to connect with me so I open my link to everyone at the table. Everyone comes through at once causing me to freeze in my tracks. ‘Quiet!’ I command, remaining silent as the din of everyone yelling at me subsides. ‘What the hell Demetri? He’s obviously having a hard time and you growl at him?’ Patrick chastises through the link. ‘Did you hear what he said? How he said it? Cole is in trouble but not the, he’s done wrong, type that Maddie and Lynnie would associate with the word.’ ‘What trouble is he in daddy?’ Lynnie’s voice pops through. ‘I think he’s locked into a link with his dad. My instincts tell me that I need to play along. That I need to stop being nice. It’s going to be devastating for Cole but it’s the only way to free him from this attack.’ There’s a moment of complete silence among all of them as I continue my search for pen and paper. ‘Wha
“You will stay exactly where you are, how you are. You will remain standing. You will not yelp, scream, cry or whimper. You will endure what you deserve in silence. Do you understand my expectations?” He nods his head as his tears drop to the floor. He has no idea how much this is hurting me but I couldn’t come up with any other way to help him with this. I slowly step into him. I can see his stress increase as I close in. I push his slumping body up so he stands straight before wrapping my arms around him. He yelps and screams at my contact, completely confused he pushes hard to get away. I quickly grab his falling pants just before I command his cooperation. “You will submit.” He yelps again as I place my other hand on the back of his neck. “You will silence yourself. The only thing you’re allowed is to grab a hold of anything you can and squeeze.” His hands immediately tighten around my shirt as his yelps quiet. I change the position of my hand from his neck to his head and s
I watch him closely as he makes no additional effort to put his padding on. Instead he stands frozen, like a statue, with his eyes closed and his hands grasping at the air beside him. ‘Are you sure you want to push him even farther with a sparring match? He already looks so broken.’ I hear Julie in my head as I walk with my equipment to the mat. ‘It’s the only time he talks is when he’s broken or mad. The spar isn’t what’s going to put him in the 72 hour observation.’ ‘He’s already there.’ Julie finishes the thought in my head. “While I can not pretend to understand why sparring is so difficult for you I can promise you, this is in no way designed to hurt you.” I speak quietly as I move around him in a circle, closing his padding around him. I pick his foam helmet up from the floor, removing the face shield and unstrapping the chin. I stretch the bottom out and slip it slowly over his head. “I’m not going to hurt you Cole. I am going to swing at you just as I expect you to swin
“I told you not to contact the council!!!” He suddenly screams as he turns and runs towards me. “I told you what would happen if they went poking around my pack again!” He screams as he pounds his fists into my chest pad. “He’s removing me from the program! I will become a prisoner in my own territory as soon as you send me home!” He goes silent while he pants, breathless from his sudden attack on me. He pushes himself hard off of where he collapsed briefly against me. “I know about the buses coming for the free loaders. I know I’m one of them. I have never stayed longer than three months out of the territory.” He’s pacing between me and the edge of the mat, his hands in his hair though I can’t tell if he’s purposely causing himself pain or not. “I’m so confused. I don’t know what to do. As difficult as it is to be here, it’s nothing like being home and I’m not ready to leave.” As suddenly as his rage began, he stops. Collapsing to his knees, completely exhausted. “I’m tired
I tighten my hold on Cole as he whimpers from my explanation, pushing against me lightly. “I don’t understand.” Damian whispers. I look around at everyone that has come tonight. Patrick, Lilly, Julie and Angela are the only ones that seem to understand what being labeled a feral could do to Cole. “Being labeled a feral by the council is very difficult. Both proving that the wolf is feral and proving that they are not once they’re labeled. While I’m not certain how knowledgeable Alpha Redmen is on the process of making Cole a feral, if he were to succeed, any pack that Cole runs into would have the council’s permission to kill him on sight.” I can feel Cole’s grip tighten on my shirt as I finish the explanation. Learning about the different statuses a werewolf can fall under is taught in school but the most devastating aspects of it are usually left out. “Why would they kill him?” Lucas asks, shocked at the extreme consequences such a label would create.“When a wolf is labeled a
The very breath I breathe is knocked right out of me as he has never commanded me to do anything. Even his father has made a strangled growl in response to his statement. “Even though you are an alpha, I am commanding you to come back.” His tone has softened but the seriousness in his voice has not. “I will return or I will die trying.” I somehow manage to whisper. Luna steps up next as Alpha Damian steps back wrapping her arm around me as Madilyn grabs my neck. I can feel Madilyn trying to wrap herself around me. Luna loosens her hold as I timidly take the young pup into my arms. “No! Don’t leave!” She starts off yelling. “You don’t deserve your daddy. He hurts you when you’re a good wolf. Please stay. My daddy can be your daddy. I promise I’ll share him.” She barely makes it through the last two sentences before breaking down crying. I hold her tightly as I look at luna’s face, her cheeks wet with tears. “I’m sorry.” Is all I can manage to whisper as she takes the little one
(Cole’s POV)It’s a shock to say the least to see Lucas come out to the porch let alone to see what appears to be a forced apology from him. I have a hard time believing what he has to say. I have never heard of Wolfington Academy and the only hint he gave was that he would go away. Not something I would ever want to happen to a newly shifted teen but I certainly wouldn’t want him to continue being a danger to the preshifts either. It’s been easy enough the last few months for me to avoid interacting with him even though I have sincerely missed the twins. These last two months, while they have been terribly hard and mentally painful for me, have also been the best for showing me the support I will have when I’m not myself. Alpha and luna both have gone out of their way to help me through my own decision to return. Every night luna and the twins would come to my room after dinner with a plate of food wrapped in cling wrap and several drinks. They would put the food and drinks in the
He finally lifts his head and stands from the stairs, walking slowly towards me. Suddenly his pace picks up and has taken on a more aggressive look. I start moving to intercept him as he’s headed straight towards Cole. ‘Stop me. Please dad, I don’t want to hurt him.’ His call for help is real, he genuinely fears hurting Cole. I step quickly into his path, silently wrapping my arms around him. One around his waist, the other under his arm allowing me to curl around and place my hand on the back of his neck. He freezes in place and stifles a yelp as I hold him close. I’m struggling to put together what these new symptoms mean. “Lay your head. I need you to relax so I can submit your wolf without causing you pain.” I whisper in his ear as I guide his head down. He whimpers quietly as I massage his neck looking for the best pressure point. “I need you to talk, Luke. To anyone. I don’t care if you confide in your brother, your mother, any of the doctors or nurses in the wing, tell
I wrap my hands around his, sliding my fingers gently between his hands and hair. He surprises me with how easily he gives up his stimming. “Stand up son.” I keep my voice gentle and reassuring, waiting for him to respond. He fights me briefly as he stands, trying hard to get out of my hold. “No, Cole. Accept the contact.” I persist as I refuse to let him run from me. Surprisingly, it seems he wants to run towards the van picking him up, not back into the house. “Stay with me a moment son. Allow me to calm you.” He relents to my desire, slowly giving me the calm I know he needs to make a rational decision. “I know you heard the conversation. I need to know your thoughts.” “Dad sent him.” He whispers, his voice fearful. “I know. Your dad requested the change but the council honored it so the plan remains the same. You have pack members at White Ridge which gives your father no excuses for picking you up.” He nods against my shoulder before slowly pushing himself away.
“Come.” I state as I gently pull him up and into me. He whimpers and fights briefly before taking hold of me tightly. We simply stand in silence, waiting for the trauma of leaving to subside. I wait for him to push away first, following his lead for when he’s ready to start out towards the front door. “Would you like some Ativan? It won’t take effect until you're well on your way north so it won’t alter your ability to decide to stay or go but it will make the trip easier to handle.” “Please.” Is all he manages to whisper against my neck before he pushes himself up to stand on his own. “Stay.” I whisper just as quietly as I step away from him into the attached bathroom, opening the cabinet and pulling out the low dose Ativan that I keep there. I return in front of him cupping his chin in my hands, lifting his head so he’s looking straight instead of the floor. He whimpers subtly as he pulls away but I don’t allow him to leave me. “Easy there, son.” I whisper as I use my thumbs
His eyes are wide with my explanation but he slowly removes his shirt as I’ve requested. “Put it on my desk.” I keep my calm helping him along when he appears lost. “Please.” He pleads helplessly. “It’s okay.” I try to comfort him. “No sir. It’s not okay. I’m not okay.” “I know. That’s why I’m doing this. Don’t step away.”I instruct as I close the distance between us. He accepts my embrace as I pull him into me again. There’s one test that I’ve never done with him as I’ve respected his sensitivity towards his back being touched but today I’m using that sensitivity to break him down in the hopes that he’ll be better able to handle leaving. It could also lead him into a complete breakdown requiring me to place him on a mental health hold but I’m taking my chances. “What are you going to do to me?” He asks as he struggles to lay his head on my shoulder.“I’m going to touch your back.” I explain as I guide his head down and pet the back of his head. “Please, sir. You don’t know h
It’s as we sit in silence that his frantic sobs finally quiet and are slowly replaced by the steady rhythm of his slightly wheezed snore. He hasn’t slept or ate right in the last two months and his condition shows it easily as he’s nearly back to the same weight he was when he got here despite our efforts to counteract his depression by upping his medication. I close my eyes and lay my cheek against his head as I listen to everything around me. I reassigned everyone that normally helps in the pack house to other tasks, closed the med wing with the exception of emergencies and canceled all the meetings that were scheduled today. I knew today would be tough but nothing could have prepared me for the brutal reality of this young man choosing to leave. The pack house is eerily quiet as if the house has been swallowed whole in preparation for the sadness, the sheer trauma of his departure. I have no idea how long I’ve been sitting with him when the shuffle of my mate’s feet starts down t
Friday July 20th; 8am(Cole’s POV) It’s been a month since my meeting with alpha discussing my options for getting out of the hell I call home. I was allowed to take the hard splint off for good two weeks ago but that hasn’t kept me out of the med wing. I’ve been in a steady slide into severe depression and I’ve had to seek the comfort of both alpha and Dr. Pierce when my feelings have become too extreme for me to handle alone. My mood swings have been so wild that I’ve gotten extremely nasty with Jessa. I so much as begged alpha to send her on a trip with Alpha Damian until today because I knew how badly I was hurting her. I didn’t mean to hurt her and I know I’m going to pay dearly for my lack of control when I return. Sleep is scarce at best and eating is nearly impossible. I can’t begin to describe how many times I have screamed myself awake, fighting alpha’s hold around me just to break down and cry in his arms. The anticipation of returning after six months of relative peace
“This is also the reason why we don’t want you to wait for the committee to remove you. The information that your father has access to without much digging on the process says if you make it to the final step in the investigation ten members of the council will move into your pack and you will be simultaneously moved out. The move is permanent no matter if you go to trial or not as the council members that move in are not simply investigating you.” I stop my gentle rub just under the hem of Jessa’s shirt and cock my head slightly as this was where Dr. Pierce had essentially stopped when breaking down the process.“So what are they doing when the committee starts their nine month investigation?” “What they’ve done for ten years now is remove the wolf being investigated to a temporary sanctuary pack within an hour’s drive of the regional committee’s headquarters. The pack has constant contact with the committee and as soon as any feral behaviors are seen the wolf is placed in the pack