All Chapters of The Son of Red Fang: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

(Demetri’s POV) “Everything okay, Jessa?” I’m calm yet concerned when I see his mate hurry to the fridge. She shakes her head as she talks. “He’s in some sort of panic attack. Do you know any reason why?” She sits down in the chair Cole just left beside me. “I have a few ideas what may be causing it but it’s important for him to voice what’s going on. I’ll link with Julie and come to his room in a few.” “Thank you.” She whispers as she hurries from the room. “What do you think that’s about?” Lilly asks me gently. “Several things. My biggest concern is that talking to me while hacking my Big Brother program may have triggered some intense feelings of hopelessness.” “Why would that cause a panic attack?” Damian asks quietly. “Talking in detail about his involvement with the girl pups of his pack combined with the reason he can’t leave his pack are more likely the triggers than the feelings of hopelessness. In the past I have found that speaking what’s going on out loud tends t

“I usually use hoodies over a coat if I’m not walking far and the weather is nice.” “Do you have one here?” He points to the dresser beside the door. “In the box.” I walk over to the box and pull out the rest of what he brought down. I place the nebulizer machine gently on the dresser, followed by all the accessories before reaching his hoodie on the bottom. I pull it out before dropping the box to the floor. I shake it out, looking it over to find a zipper down the middle.“This one’s different from the one you had when you helped us with Madilyn.” I observe before handing it to him. He slips it on cautiously, almost as if he’s in pain. Even though his pacing and frantic hand stims have calmed considerably since I told him we’re going to the training annex, I can tell by his fear filled eyes and panting breath that he’s nowhere close to done his panic attack. How many of these has he been forced to bury and act as if nothing is going on in order for him to be so seemingly calm?

Fear once again replaces his anger as his body begins to shake. I quickly throw my pads off and make my way over to him. Julie and Patrick follow my lead, making their way over as he lays on his stomach upon the mat. I can tell that he wants to curl into a protective ball, queuing me into his current thinking, that despite the permission to do so he believes he’s in trouble for what he’s said. “We can help you get out of Red Fang. You don’t have to leave here.” Julie tries to soothe him, but is met with resistance as she runs her fingers through his hair. He’s clawing at the mat, struggling with the onslaught of emotions coursing through his body. “No, please don’t touch. Don’t hurt me. I’ll settle down, just don’t hurt me.” His sudden statement confuses me as he tries even harder to curl into a ball. For the first time I notice his struggle to move his legs and Patrick’s attempts to lift the bottom of his shirt.“Pat, leave that be.” My tone is concerned resulting in an immedia

(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

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