Damion heads straight for the front door with Sera trailing behind him.
“Hold up there, Damion. Where are you off to, son? It’s late,” Stephen asks, obviously confused.
“Miriam is back. She just landed. She’s upset and alone. I need to find her,” Damion replies.
“Now? Well, where is she?” Stephen asks. He looks to Sera for answers. But Sera only shrugs.
“I DON’T KNOW,” Damion yells, his voice filled with frustration and panic. He rushes out the front door without another word. Sera watches him leave then looks back to Stephen. There’s an awkward silence for a beat then-
“Well, what are you waiting for? Go with him!”
The last thing Sera wants to do is follow Damion around while he looks for his girlfriend. But Stephen is a powerful wolf – he demands respect. She can’t argue with him. Sera does as she’s told and reluctantly follows Damion into the dark driveway.
The drive in complete silence. Sera doesn’t know what to say. Damion’s thoughts are on Miriam. The dark trees whiz by as Damion drives a little too fast down the dark road. It’s obvious that he’s panicked. There’s no reason for Sera to be there.
“Just drop me off at the nearest subway station. I’ll catch the last train to the border of my pack. I’ll find my way home from there,” Sera sighs, staring out the window. Damion nods, clearly pre-occupied with finding Miriam.
So it’s okay for me to be out in the night alone, but not Miriam? Sera thinks to herself. He really doesn’t care about me. Even in my wolf shape, it’s still a forty minute run to my packhouse from the station. It’s late and it’s dark. He doesn’t feel any protective instincts towards me at all. He’s perfectly fine with just dumping me off in the middle of the night alone.
Suddenly, though, Damion slows down and pulls over. Sera looks around, confused. Are they already at the train station?
“I need you to come with me,” Damion says, staring straight ahead, his hands firmly on the steering wheel.
“What? Why? No,” Sera says, shaking her head. Her brief phone conversation with Miriam was more ‘Miriam’ than she ever planned on having. She didn’t want to meet the wolf that was replacing her.
“Yes. You have to come. She won’t believe me. But if you’re there, too. If you can explain the situation…”
“Seriously? Are you kidding me?” Sera blurts out before he’s finished. She can feel herself losing her temper a bit, but who can blame her? This is too much. Does he know what’s he asking me to do? He wants me to help him get his girlfriend back? “And what exactly should I say to her? That I’m just some maid?” Do you have any idea how that makes me feel?
Damion can feel her tension. He knows he’s asking a lot of her, but he needs her help. Miriam is really pissed at him. He doesn’t know if she’ll forgive him. “Please, Sera,” he says in a low voice.
Sera is trying to stay calm, but her emotions are getting the better of her. “I don’t care about your past, Damion. I get it. I know you love her. But why are you putting me in the middle of this? I don’t deserve this. I haven’t done anything wrong…”
Damion hears her choking back tears. Sera quickly wipes her eyes with her sleeve. This isn’t right. Damion feels bad for her, but he has no choice; he keeps begging.
“Please. I’ll…I pay you more. I’ll give you more money. Another five million? I can transfer it right now.”
More money? Who does he think I am? This really set Sera off. She began breathing in large gulps. “I…don’t (gulp) care about your stupid (gulp) money.” She could barely get the words out. The tears were streaming down her face now. I only want you.
“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Damion says. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her in close. “Sshhhh. Calm down. There you go. Deep breaths.” The scent of him calms her down instantly. She doesn’t want to look like a fool. She gets herself under control. He releases her and looks at her, pleading with his eyes. “It’s the last thing I’ll ever ask of you. I swear. Please, just do this one last thing for me.”
The sapphire bracelet on her wrist catches the moonlight. It shines. She fondles it while she thinks back to the first time she saw him.
--Three years ago, she and Dr. Merdock went to Sandstone Pack to visit a seriously ill puppy.--
Those green eyes. Bam. He was gorgeous.
He’d walked towards her, his hand extended. “Dr. Merdock. I’m Damion. Pleasure to meet you. And you are?”
He’d turned to her and flashed a smile. His dark hair fell over his brown and his green eyes shone. His smile was genuine. He was painfully handsome, with strong muscles that strained against his shirt. She knew he was the Alpha so she was a bit guarded. It was impossible not to notice his looks, though.
She shook his hand and somehow managed to sputter out her name: “Sera.”
She’d been expecting arrogance and conceit – she had enough experience with Alphas to know that’s the way most of them were. But not Damion. There was something different about Damion.
She couldn’t quite place it at first. He thanked them for coming and then explained his intentions. He wanted a specialized medical facility at his pack’s hospital. She watched him speak, his eyes sparkled with excitement. His enthusiasm was contagious.
“I know a lot of packs ignore medical science,” he’d said as they toured the hospital. “But just because we’re strong doesn’t mean we can’t use science. Am I right?” He turned to her and smiled that gorgeous smile. “We heal fast. Sure. Much faster than humans. But humans know a lot. About medicine. They’ve made some massive advancements. I think we could, too.”
He explained what he envisioned. His voice was bright and hopeful. He was a visionary. Sera appreciated all of this. He was much more modest than most Alphas.
It was the cpups, though. That’s what really drew her in. They’d stopped in front of a window. The room inside was full of beds, and three young wolves were hooked up to IVs. He placed his hand on the window and sighed.
“We lose too many young pups to diseases. Infections take them before their wolf is strong enough. I want to find a way to save them. Do you think?” He had turned to them, his face earnest. “Do you think modern medicine could help?”
Sera’s heart had melted right then and there. She knew in that moment what made him different from the other Alphas – compassion.
He had changed after the accident, yes. He was distraught. He pounded his legs and cursed. He cried out in anguish and blubbered like a child. He lashed out, too – angry at everyone, terrified he’d be a cripple forever. But that had only made her like him even more. He was vulnerable.
So, she’d stayed with him. She nursed him back to health. She became his friend, his confidante. Then…his lover.
--Flash back end--
The sapphires sparkled in the moonlight. He grabbed her hand and held it tightly. “Please, Sera. I promise. Last thing ever, cross my heart.”
Sera nods. She’ll help him with this, and then she’ll go home and break free from him.
He’s not the right one for me. I see that now. It’s time to let him go.
“She’s not here either! Damn it!” Damion says, slamming his hand on the steering wheel. I was sure she’d be here. The new Beta’s house is dark and empty. Damion drives away, clearly frustrated. “She could be anywhere,” Sera sighs, also frustrated. They’d be driving around aimlessly. “There’s one more place she could be,” Damion states, pulling a U-turn in the middle of the road. They drive to the Wolf and Fiddle, a small pub near the pack border. Sera follows him inside and sure enough, Miriam is there, sitting at the counter, slumped over a martini glass. Several empty ones are strewn around her; clearly, she’s been drinking. “Miriam,” Damion exclaims, as relief washes over his face. When she hears her name, she turns around. It takes her eyes a few moments to focus, but then she topples off the bar stool and runs, clumsily, into Damion’s arms. She leaps up and he catches her, spinning her around like a scene from a movie. Sera watches
“Sera? Are you okay?”Sera was crying loudly when Damion found her out in the street. The sounds of her sobs hurt him. He hadn’t meant to upset her.“Damion? What are you doing here? I’m fine, honestly! Go be with Miriam. She’s upset. Go comfort her,” Sera says, wiping away her tears with her sleeve.What is he doing out here? And now he’s caught me ugly crying! This is so embarrassing. She sniffs deeply and tries to regain her composure. “I’ve come to check on you,” he tells her. “And you don’t look fine.” He takes a step towards her but she takes a step back.“Nonsense. I’ll find my way home,” Sera says. “I’d really prefer to be alone right now.”“Father has sent someone to take you home. It’s late and it’s dark. I’ll wait with you.”They stand in awkward silence for a few minutes, with only the sound of Sera’s sniffles to break it up. But it’s not long before Mathew pulls up. Mathew sees them both and heads towards them, but Damion intersects them. He pulls M
“Let me take your temperature,” Sera says to June. June doesn’t look any sicker than she had when they’d left earlier, but Sera is still worried about her none-the-less. “It was so nice of you to come back. Wasn’t it nice of her, Stephen? Just to look after me?” June asks, trying to talk with the thermometer sticking out of her mouth. “Yes,” Sera smiles. “But please, keep your mouth closed so I can get a good read. I need to see if you have a fever.” They are sitting in the living room, tea and snacks spread out before them. Sera had thought it was a little odd, the late night spread. If June wasn’t feeling well, then why had she made them all snacks like this?And she really doesn’t seem sick. In fact, she seems happy. She was very enthusiastic to meet us at the door.“Don’t worry about Miriam. Mathew will bring her home. Let’s just enjoy our snacks. And each other’s company.” June is perched on the edge of the couch, smiling, even with the thermomete
“Sorry about the conversation at breakfast. About Miriam. I could tell you were uncomfortable,” Sera says as they pull out onto the road. “I don’t know her well but I’m sure she’s a great girl. I know that you have feelings for her and-“ Mathew’s laughter interrupts Sera. “A great girl? Hardly. She’s horrible. We grew up together. I know exactly the type of person she is.” “But there must be something good about her? Damion’s head over heels for her,” Sera suggests. How could Damion, sweet, kind Damion, love an awful person? Mathew shakes his head. “Damion isn’t seeing clearly. He’s like a brother to me, so of course I want him to be happy. But Miriam is not the right wolf for him. She was with me at one point, when we were younger. But when Damion was named Alpha, she ditched me for him. Didn’t even feel bad about it. Not an ounce of remorse. And get this. After Damion’s accident, when he was all messed up and vulnerable, she wasn’t even here. She
Sera glances around one more time quickly, looking for any chance of escape.There’s none. The man pushes her towards the small wooden house and with every step closer, the scent of blood becomes thicker. Given how thick the scent is, she’s terrified of what she’ll find inside. “Len,” the man says, entering the house. He pulls her through the kitchen. “She’s here. She’s pretty young, though. Are you sure such a young chick can…” They walk into a room then and she sees the source of the blood, lying on a bed. Her eyes immediately scan the situation. It’s bad. It’s really, really bad. “Yes,” the man on the bed says. The blood is dripping from his side and pooling on the floor. The sheet is stained a dark crimson. “He needs to go to the hospital,” Sera states. “He needs proper medical supplies. He needs-“ “Clearly, we’re not going to a hospital, moron. Why the hell do you think we brought you here? You have to save
“You’re healing nicely,” Sera says. And he is. She’s been tending to him diligently, and she’s happy with Len’s progress.She can’t say the same for her living conditions, though. It’s been two days and Sera has resigned herself to the fact that there is no possible escape. She’s tried – the bathroom window, the back door, even the window from the second story – but Len’s men are guarding every possible exit. She has no choice but to stay here and keep caring for Len.“How’s the pain level? Getting better?” Sera asks. “Fine,” he replies bluntly. Len is a man of little words. Sera’s tried to engage him in conversation several times, but his response is never more than a word or two. It’s not that he’s mean; he’s actually treated her quite well. He’s given orders that she be given everything she needs, comfortable bedding, toiletries, nice meals. She’s even been offered an occasional glass of wine with her supper. But even so, the truth remains - she’s still a hostage.
Damion’s vibrating phone is impossible to ignore. Clearly, someone is trying very badly to get a hold of him. Why isn’t he answering it? Sera wonders.“Please, baby. Just call me back, okay? When you can?”It’s Miriam. Sera recognizes her voice on the message instantly. Guilt washes through Sera. Poor Damion. He’s been out looking for her instead of with the woman he loves. “You should talk to her,” Sera suggests as they drive away from the Riverbrood Pack territory. The darkness is palpable, with only a crescent moon in the sky. Sera looks out the window. “She’s probably worried, Damion. I imagine you’ve been out looking for me for a while now? What if something’s wrong? What if it’s an emergency?” Damion sighs deeply. Then he nods, grabs his phone, and dials.Sera can’t help but eavesdrop in the conversation.“Did you find her?”“Yes.”“Is she alright?”“Yes.”“Is she still with you.”“Yes.”Brief pause. And then - “I completely understand, sweethea
Damion is in a world of pain. He tries to roll over to his side but the danger wound sends shock waves through his body. The room fades in and out through his blurred vision. He feels his body burning up and tries to kick off his blankets. “We can’t get his fever down,” a doctor whispers to Jackson outside Damion’s bedroom door. “He’s slipping in and out of consciousness. I’m afraid he’ll go into a coma.” “Do you know what’s wrong with him?” Butler Jackson asks. “Not for certain. But I believe he’s been poisoned with some type of new wolfbane. Seems to be causing extreme pain, high fever, and loss of consciousness. I’m going to run some more tests on his bloodwork.” The doctor walks away just as Miriam walks up. “I need to see him,” she tells Jackson, reaching for the door handle. He stops her. “No, Miriam. He’s not allowed any visitors. Doctor’s orders. He’s been in and out of consciousness. He’s likely unconscious now. He cou