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[Hyacinth] The card is hand drawn in crayon with a drawing of a wolf next to a child on the front that looks a bit more like a dog than a canine. Inside it reads "From your secret admire-were" signed in a childish hand "You know who." Bash and Drew must have stopped by to cheer me up. Smiling, I set the flowers towards the front of the desk and open up my top desk drawer pulling out the two files I had placed there earlier today. The one on top is my file, the other one is my mother’s. Both are considerably thick, which feels strange to me because I do not remember visiting the doctor often enough to warrant that many visits. Which one do I open? My mother’s or my own? I decide to learn more about my mother first. I know so little about her. Opening the file the first thing I notice is a smiling color photo of her, clipped to the inner flap of the folder. It is a portrait, most likely from her days working in the clinic, as she is wearing a lab coat with a stethoscope around h
[Slate] After having lunch, I had a lot to think about. Not just regarding the doctor, but also my role as an alpha and also as a brother. I’ve almost completely neglected my sister since she returned. She must be so lonely. I should be here every day just to make sure she is comfortable. I should make sure she is needed and wanted and special. She has no one else to do this for her with no mate and both of our parents dead. So I canceled my dinner plans with Ash to sit on the floor with my sister, pulling old photos out of a box I found in the packhouse attic. “Oh My Goddess!” Blake shrieks with glee. “Do you remember this Slate?” She is holding up an old family photo where the four of us, Mom, Dad, Blake, and Me. We are wearing matching sweaters of wolves wearing Santa hats howling at the moon. “I wonder what happened to those sweaters..” “Burned I hope,” chuckling. “I remember having to wear that thing to school the day of the photo. Kids are cruel.” I reach into the box a li
[Hyacinth] “I was really surprised when Drew told me you were coming over,” I yawn, “I wasn’t expecting you to come to my house to take care of me. Of all people, I should be telling you to rest.” “Nonsense,” Blake fusses over me like a mother hen watching over her baby chicks. “Once I called and learned you collapsed at work yesterday, I knew I needed to come and check on you. You are, after all, my favorite doctor.” “I’m your only doctor,” I chuckle. Blake walked the three blocks to my house with a crockpot full of chicken noodle soup. As her physician, I am still a little upset at her for taking that risk with her health. Crock pots can be heavy, especially when full of soup. I told her to never take that risk again, and she rolled her eyes at me telling me that friends do things like that for one another. Friends. She sees me as a friend. I told her I was not sick, just very exhausted, so exhausted that my body decided it needed to take a rest at just the worst moment. It
[Slate] “What are you doing in my pack?” I growl at the invading Alpha. “These women are MINE they are under MY PROTECTION.” How did this alpha even get inside Doctor James’ house? It doesn’t matter, I will protect what is mine and show this alpha who is in charge here. Leaping forward, I easily pin him to the ground. Snarling in his face, my teeth bared, I dare him to fight back. Part of me wants him to fight back so that I can tear his throat out and watch him twitch on the ground. “I live here,” he manages to squeak out as I pound his back harder into the ground. Looking up, I see both Blake and Cindy looking at me with large, terror-filled eyes. “Brother! What are you doing to Drew?” her hands fly up to cover her mouth. “Why are you treating him like he’s a threat? This is his house. We are just visiting.” “He lives here!” These words do not help me calm down. “With HER?” I point at the doctor, my heart racing. “Why?” I manage to ask between growls, not quite sure why I
[Hyacinth] “Do you think that is a good idea?” I do not take the invitation from his outstretched hand. “Wouldn’t that cause problems for you and your fiance?” “Not particularly,” he shrugs. “Especially since she will be there too.” “Is this some kind of trick?” I feel myself bristle. I suddenly feel very vulnerable. If I say no, it could affect my standing here in the pack. But if I say yes, it could affect my heart and spirit. Ashlynd’s coldness towards me has made me feel so unsure of where I stand. I never thought that a reunion with her would feel so awkward and painful. “Do you think it is wise to bring both of us? Together?” “Well it wouldn’t just be the three of us,” he explains. “My Beta, Delta, Gamma, and Epsilon would also attend in addition to my Luna. It is a gathering of pack elders three weeks from now and I thought, as pack doctor, you should also be there. You are also the daughter of a Beta and my Delta and it is time, past time, you had your chance at pack leader
[Hyacinth] [Thirteen Years Ago] "What are you making, Cindy," my father smiles, giving me a warm hug as he watches me sew a very small pair of shoes with delicate stitches. Beaming up with him I smiled. "These are for baby Hawk," I held up the tiny little blue booties. "Do you think Mom will like them?" He pulls me into a deep hug, "Of course she will, Cindy. Although you still have 6 months until you'll meet your new baby brother. Are you sure you want to..." There is a knock on the door. My father kisses the top of my forehead as he answers it. A firm but sad voice speaks from the other side of the door. He isn't speaking loudly, but the Gamma's voice carries and I hear every word. "Delta James, there has been an accident. I am so sorry, but the Beta, she's..." He couldn't say the rest, and he didn't need to. My father knew. Holding the little booties to my chest I cried myself to sleep that night. I would never see my mother again, never hear her voice or feel her touch. My
[Hyacinth] All the blood drained from my father’s face. “What did you just say?” “Eclipse. Is it a type of wolf? I found something in Mother’s records and I…" He rushes up to me and places a hand over my mouth. Looking around anxiously he whispers in my ear. “Never say those words out loud, Cindy. It is never safe for you. Even knowing about it can put you and your son in danger. I’ll tell you what you need to know, but you need to wait for me to come talk to you." He pulls away from me looking at me intently, checking to see if I understand the seriousness or the situation. "Please don’t look into this yourself, Cindy. It isn’t safe," he looks terrified, his whole body shaking as he begs, "Just trust me.” That was two weeks ago. I am usually a patient person, but everything about this sets me on edge. What isn’t my father telling me? When I said “eclipse” his eyes grew wide with shock, his face went red, and his body started shaking. What made him so afraid? I haven’t heard
[Hyacinth] "Cindy!" Ashlynd tries and fails to cover herself, her arms already full with champagne in one hand and a rose in the other, she had no real way to cover herself. Which is how she ended up covered in alcohol and stabbed with thorns for the sake of modesty. "Ash!" I shout in response. "What on Earth are you doing here? Naked?!" "I'm the Luna," she huffs, as she struggles to cover her large breasts with her right arm while her left hand reaches down to cover her exposed crotch. "I'm supposed to be here! This is the ALPHA's suite. I have a key." "So do I," the key catches the light as I hold it out in front of me. "Slate gave it to me himself. We meet here twice a week..." Her face goes from red with embarrassment to the dark purple color of rage. "WHY DO YOU HAVE A KEY!!" she screams loud enough that the whole pack house likely heard her. "Are you fucking him too? Isn't the man you have at home enough?" I slam the door behind me as I boldly stride forward. "Who are you