All Chapters of The Son of Red Fang: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

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

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 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

“Unfortunately, the alpha used her last three days there to corner her and assault her repeatedly. We didn’t know it at the time but she was in really bad shape when she arrived. She kept to herself, talked minimally with Angela when she needed to. Angela expressed concern but I had failed to clean up my schedule so that I could get her in my office and go over my laws, my rules and my expectations regarding her position in the pack. Almost two weeks later, my son acts like a fool and crashes the car. Although Angela had mentioned the possibility she had found an empath we didn’t know it until that night. It scared Jessa beyond anything I can describe to expose her power to us but it was a necessary move because of Damian’s fear of the hospital and another nurse’s failed attempt at getting an IV going. She had to resort to putting the IV in his neck.” A shiver runs down my back causing my entire body to viably shake briefly. “It wasn’t easy but she got it right which allowed him to

(Demetri’s POV)Although I’m grateful that he didn’t make a fuss, his silence as we enter the banquet hall for our food is concerning me. I can’t help but look between the food on the buffet and back at him as I go through the line, grabbing all my favorites. Jessa grabs a large plate and piles a lot more food than I’m used to seeing her eat on it. I can’t tell if she realizes that he’s yet to even pick a plate up but she certainly has enough to feed two people.They follow me easily to the door situated in the north east corner of the building. I pull out my key card and scan it across the key fob receiver pushing the door open as I hear the lock click. We enter the private conference room that’s separate from the rest of those in the hall. It’s a simple room, about ten feet wide by twenty feet long. The table inside is four feet by eight feet with desk chairs that provide more comfort and support than the plastic, easy to clean chairs pack members use. It’s common for me to use th