“Girls, can either of you create a link with your dad? We need to let him know where you are. Maybe he can come get us.” “I can.” Volunteers Madilyn. “Why isn’t he trying to link with us?” Madisyn asks a question I can’t properly answer. All parents can link with a pup from birth. It’s the pup’s ability to create a link with their parents that takes time. At four years old I know that the girls’ link will only be able to travel a maximum of five miles and that’s only if they are really good at it. I feel the gentle tug of Madilyn slowing down as she attempts to contact her father. I’m also lost in my own swirling thoughts of how much trouble I’m going to be in once I get back for causing this brawl.I reported what was going on in the shacks. If I had just waited for alpha and his men to come instead of doing it myself. How could I be so stupid to track them after they had broken my arm in the cabin? I shake my head softly, trying to get such crippling thoughts from my head as a
I shut off the link as I step outside into the raging storm. Sure enough, after walking ten feet we run into the dense forest that borders alpha’s land. I can faintly smell where he and his security team have marked it out. I train my eyes to the ground as we start picking our way through the dense foliage. Madisyn changes from holding my hand to holding onto my pants pocket as I need my left hand to keep my balance working through the brush. We’re picking our way through slowly enough that I know it’s going to take several hours for us to get anywhere. I’m struggling to maintain my focus, causing us to stop every few minutes. If it wasn’t for the girls calling my name, reminding me of why I fight, I likely would have allowed myself to go unconscious already. ‘Cole?’ I can hear Jamie call through the link as we step out into a small clearing. ‘Stay where you are. You’ve gotten off course but in a good way. You found the path that leads back to the pack house.’ Jamie explains in a h
‘Daddy? Daddy, can you hear me?’ “Lynnie!” I can’t help but shout out loud as if she’s in front of me. ‘Daddy?’ Her voice echoes in and out telling me she’s stretching the limits of her link. ‘Lynnie!’ I try again only this time I lock her into my link giving me a sense of everything, including a badly injured foot. “Yow!” I hop on one foot as I regulate my senses to accommodate my daughter’s being in my head.‘How are you walking?’ ‘I’m not daddy. That's why I can link. What took you so long?’ I can just about hear the pout on her face. ‘I’ve been using the link to look for you. I don’t know why it didn’t work. What happened Lynnie?’ ‘Maddie wanted to help. I told her no. That you told everyone to stay inside. She left Erin and went outside by the office. She used the trees to hide until we saw you. She ran after you. I went for her. The wolf you were wrestling pushed us. Cole got me and put me in his coat. Then he got Maddie from the tree. We went under the water and came
“Cole!” I yell at him with my aura strong but not harsh. He winces at his name but does little else. “Damian is getting the mule turned around but it’s only a four seater….” “I understand sir.” His voice is soft, almost sad, which isn’t where I was going with it. “You would understand if you didn't interrupt me.” My voice is cross and his nervousness now shows the harshness of growing up with Alpha Redmen.“The back is a rough ride on a normal day. I need you to shift into your wolf so you can ride in the back. Your fur will warm you and should give some protection from the rain. Your wolf should also be smaller so he should fit better.” “Oh.” He whispers quietly. “I need to step into the woods to do that.” I nod without speaking. I know I’ve already got the young man on edge even though I know he hasn’t been extensively abused. It seems like only two types of wolves emerge from Alpha Redmen’s hell; the nice ones who are afraid to cross him and the predators that simply don’t giv
All three of them approach Angela, stopping about a foot away from her. “What’s your name, dear?” She asks gently as she places the digital thermometer in Micayla’s ear. “Micayla but most just call me Cay.” She responds quietly, her voice giving her nervousness away. “Are you just cold or are you scared?” I sigh silently as Angela has picked up on her hesitation as well. “Both.” It’s barely a whisper but at least we know what we’re working with. “What are you afraid of?” Angela continues the gentle questioning as she checks the girls’ temperatures as well. “The consequences.” Her simple response adds to my concerns for her. “The consequences of what? Were you involved in the brawl?” “No ma’am. I was in Jamie’s room.” “Then what’s got you worked up right now?” The two of them work easily together as she helps her into a bathrobe. “We went out after alpha locked everyone down. We weren’t to leave our room for any reason.” Her voice quivers with her confession but Angela cont
We slow the bed to a gentle stop as I’m certain Cole fell asleep during the short ride down the hall to the last room on the left. Even though I’m certain his injuries are still screaming in pain it seems being dry and warm has relaxed him some.“Dem?” I look up from locking the wheels so the bed doesn’t move. “I have some of your clothes in the small dresser by the door of my office. I almost forgot that you store some there in case you have to shift suddenly.” “Thank you.” I nod once as I head to her office. It doesn’t take me long to change and get my wet clothes into a hamper for washing but it’s long enough for Kathy to come into the room and start arguing with Angela. “You weren’t here to see the fallout the last time a prospect had pups in his care off camera!” She yells as I walk in. I can tell that Cole is struggling with the commotion prompting me to speak calmly but with authority. “Let’s back up a minute, Kathy. What is it that you need right now? We have a lot to do
I wait patiently as Cole slowly starts coming around. The reversal of the ketamine seems to be going a lot better than our previous attempts at twilight sleep. We were successful at shaving his hair down, stitching his two head wounds and reducing his fractured arm. His trip through the multi-scanner was uneventful and fortunately negative for fractures or bleeds to his head. He just needs monitoring for a major concussion. We have delayed the transfer of Cole and Madilyn to general due to the storm. The area got hit with several tornadoes and we felt it was best to wait since we could keep them comfortable here in the short term. “Hey there.” I speak softly as Cole finally looks my way. His eyes are glassy, an obvious high from the ketamine but he at least seems lucid. He slowly looks to his right as Julie takes a seat next to his bed followed by Jessa taking a seat on the bed by his feet. “What’s going on, alpha?” He asks quietly. I take several deep breaths as I know this is
I take a break as his eyes finally meet mine. He swallows hard and I wait patiently for him to speak. “Lucas.” “What about Lucas?” I can’t help but ask. “Was he one of the pups?” It takes me a moment to digest the question as it would explain his need to attack Cole. “At the time that it happened the investigation revealed that all the pups were delta level or lower and four to six years old. Damian and Lucas were never interviewed because they didn’t fit the profile and Regan was the only beta child that they targeted. She was very smart and quite cocky for such a young beta. When he told her that she couldn’t use her link while in the dorm rooms she challenged him on it. It’s how they finally got caught.”“Alpha.” His voice can barely be heard as he speaks. “Kristoph often bragged about the alpha of other packs being too stupid to see through his lies. He talked of faking injuries in order to gain access to the alpha’s kids. When he tired of them he would target the lower leve
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