I sit quietly in the jail cell on the bed next to the young man my twin and I have been helping for the past two weeks. I can’t believe the turn things have taken with the kind and benevolent Colton Allen Xander. Leslie alerted me yesterday that he was struggling to come out of the drugs he was given, giving me the medical necessity I need to visit him in jail. He finally started showing signs of waking up late last night. I watch as he stirs, lightly whimpering as he moves his legs. He took a nasty hit, one in each thigh, of medication. The easiest way to down a wolf without fighting them. “Move slowly until you know how you feel, Cole. Things haven’t worked out fast enough and for that I’m so very sorry.” I speak softly as he stirs even more. “It would be best if you stay lying down until you’re fully awake. Leslie has been taking care of you the last couple days.” “How?” He speaks hoarsely. “It’s important for you to remember that even though Leslie was the one to arrest you for
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