She reaches out to him slowly, touching his cheek as he pushes his back into my chest. “That’s okay, Cole. The black out is likely a form of shock from the physical and emotional trauma that this would cause. Unfortunately, this does mean that Demetri will have to do a more extensive hands-on physical with you to verify that we have found all your injuries.” I nod in agreement when she looks directly at me. “It’s also important that if you remember any injuries at all about the fight you need to tell us about it.” “I’ve had….. a headache….. since Saturday.” “Thank you, Cole. It’s possible that you have a concussion that we will need to keep track of. Now back to the issue of your leg. Did this happen with the rest of the injuries we’ve found today?” “Yes….. ma’am.” “I feared as much. If this silver is of high enough concentration there is a possibility that we’re looking at a third degree chemical burn simply from the lack of medical care. The deeper it burns the higher the po
I wake with a groan as my two little princesses take turns jumping on me. This is turning into one of the longest days I’ve had in a while. Physically and emotionally draining with everything I have learned today. Cole’s abuse is the worst that I have ever seen in regards to his physical and mental abuse. My own luna and her finally realizing the full extent of the sexual abuse she suffered has weighed on us both today. She has struggled to be her normal upbeat self which has caused questions to cycle around the pack as to what happened between us. My thoughts about Jamie and Dr. Carter and their involvement with Cole has raised some serious questions about Red Fang and how the alpha interacts with the pack as a whole. Is Cole’s hesitation towards talking about the full extent of the abuse simply a matter of protecting those who actually care about him? I don’t think so. The young man trembles every time I find a new wound on him. Even so much as begged me not to punish him for not t
“I’m not certain if we have even found all of his injuries yet but what we have found is quite distressing. It’s very important that the information I give you remains confidential until I’m able to make a move on him.” “Is that why you’re refusing to use his name?” “Yes. He’s been to three packs. All three figured out his secret. All three sent him home. I believe but I haven’t been able to confirm that he talked to them. Told them what was going on and they still sent him home.”“What makes you believe that he talked?” “Every time I ask him to talk to me, even his friend was begging him to talk, his only response is that it doesn’t help. That no one can help him.” “So he’s been burned by several packs. That’s unfortunate and disturbing.” “Not simply burned Xavier. The council showed up and started poking around a month after he got home. They never talked to him directly so he doesn’t know why they were there but I was able to infer from information given by his friend that his
“I’m struggling to comprehend his medical care right now but obviously that’s not all there is.” “No. That’s just what we found out happens when he’s at General for one of these attacks. When I got him to the hospital wing I personally restrained him to get the IV into his arm. My technique had enough of a comforting effect that he wanted me to stay and I ended up falling asleep with him. When Angela and Lilly woke me around ten, Angela told me that despite leaving him with me for two hours his body temperature had dropped twice and was coming dangerously close to ninety-nine degrees so she wanted to try heated pillows with him instead. He had an extreme fear response to us rolling him off of me and when we needed to place heart monitoring stickers on his chest, he curled his body into the fetal position.” “What was he afraid of?” “The catheter being placed is extremely painful for him and every time they monitor his heart the cath and feeding tube come next. Angela cut off his shi
I’m running fast through the forest easily dodging the tree roots and low hanging branches. My solid black wolf slips in and out of the shadows easily with only his bright gold eyes giving away his very presence. The moon is full and high in the sky giving me the best lighting for such a venture before my late night dinner with my beta, his son, my two sons, my luna and Alpha Dominic and his new luna, Dasha. I had Lilly take our daughters, twins Madisyn and Madilyn to the pack’s banquet hall for dinner while I had my phone conference with Xavier, the lead liaison with the council for abused and tortured wolves. My meeting didn’t give me the answers I was looking for, thus the reason for my run right now. I’m angry and frustrated with the condition Cole is in. He’s in no condition for his strength and endurance to be tested. All I can do right now is challenge his character, to figure out his personality and core values. Although, I do have an uneasy feeling that if he hadn’t had tha
‘How do you know they are any good? That the pups won’t be abused in the new packs?’ ‘There is a collective of sanctuary packs that go through a lot of research and testing with the council in order to qualify to take in troubled and abused wolves. This includes a rogue, usually a female, that the council purposely places on their land to test how they handle a wolf in distress. The smaller packs that can best accommodate the lowest ranked wolves and families are the ones granted second chance status. These are the packs that are of medium wealth so they can supply the necessary mental health therapy and medical interventions needed for the wolf to recover from their trauma but they are also usually struggling with low birth rates so taking in families and children, as well as keeping them in the pack is very important to them. You can’t keep a wolf in the pack if you don’t take care of them.’ I pause for a moment, giving her time to think. ‘It’s a lot to ask of me, Alpha Black, bu
“Double physical punishment?” Richard exclaims. “Who do you think you are to order such a punishment?” Dallas chimes in. “And what about Andrew? He’s the one that held him down once he was able to get a hold of the pathetic worm.” “Andrew will receive a slightly lighter punishment as these punishments are based on what I saw when I walked in.” Patrick and Dominic have switched places and I approach Andrew, who now has Patrick holding him in submission. Out of the three, he’s the only one that looks even remotely ashamed of his actions. “How long?” My voice is clipped and stern leaving no room for questioning my mood with him. Andrew looks up towards my face but not directly in my eyes. “Excuse me, sir. I don’t understand.” His voice is soft and submissive. “How long were you holding him while they pounded on him?” “I’m not certain. Ten, maybe fifteen minutes.” “This was obviously planned. The question is, why?” “They felt like I ratted them out.”I look towards Jamie as Pa
I hear Jamie gasp as Andrew exits the room. I look towards the ground to see Damian holding Jamie over the mat, now drenched in blood and saline as Jessa attempts to clear blood from the young man’s nose and mouth, whimpering softly from fear and pain. A soft knock at the door alerts me to the presence of the warriors I requested, twin deltas, Darren and Derrick have arrived to watch over Andrew. I step outside the room as Jamie yelps and fights briefly when Damian lays him in his lap while Jessa puts pressure on his still bleeding nose. I speak to them briefly explaining the schedule, what his punishment is and what my expectations of them are before returning to Jamie. I freeze in Jamie’s doorway as I’m shocked by the young man’s appearance. Both eyes are nearly swollen shut with blood tinged tears slowly falling from his eyes. His nose and mouth are red and swollen, stained with the blood Jessa used silver nitrate to finally stop from flowing. Jessa is the first one to sense my
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