LOGIN“Please, I’m not here to hurt you!”
I scream as the wolf’s attack pauses long enough to shift back to human. I’m sitting on the ground as the pale skinned form of a young man appears before me. Tall and muscular with pale blue eyes and ink black hair.
“Get up and fight you filthy rogue.”
He growls as he looks down upon me in disgust.
“I’m not here to fight. I mean you no harm.”
“Bull shit, you rogues are all the same. Don’t lie to me telling me you’re not here to harm. I know what you did to the Blue Ridge pack. Where’s the rest of your group?”
“It’s just me. There are no others.”
I pant as I feel my blood crawling down my left side.
“You must have a death wish.”
He growls as he lifts me like a rag doll from the ground and throws me into the closest tree on the opposite side of the path. The sickening crack of my ribs against the unmoving tree echoes through the unnaturally silent night.
“To pursue a pack of our size alone is suicidal.”
He continues his unforgiving assault with several kicks to my chest and abdomen.
“Please, stop attacking.” I beg from my position on the ground. “I’m not a rogue. I have no interest in attacking your pack.”
I wheeze through quickly as I spit the blood filling my mouth onto the ground. I quickly raise my arm in an effort to protect my face and head, whining hard as the young man draws his leg back for another blow.
“Hold!”
The angry young man commands. His voice easily holds the authority of an alpha I just don’t know if he’s “the alpha” I need to speak with. I’m shaking hard but at last he’s picked up on my submission towards him and he’s been taught well not to continue the fight.
“What’s going on?” Another male voice inquires as I am surrounded by the sounds of multiple individuals shifting into human form.
“He claims he’s not a rogue.”
“Don’t they all?”
Another nude young man stops beside the first.
“What is your purpose here? Why are you crossing our border unannounced?”
His attention is back on me as I start reigning in my ability to breathe.
“Are you familiar with Blue Ridge?”
“They’re our only neighbors. Of course we’re familiar.” He spits aggressively.
“The rumors are true. Blue Ridge was attacked by rogues which allowed the original beta of the pack to become alpha. Only half of the original pack had the resources necessary to flee during the first year before the border was shut down and no one else was allowed to leave. After twelve years those who remain now have pups and Blue Ridge has become a nightmare. Alpha Anderson went on a tirade and killed several pack members in order to turn their pups into slaves. Only someone from the outside can help us now. Please, I need to meet with your alpha.”
I can hear the young alpha sigh but he’s otherwise silent for several minutes.
“Okay, so Devon, Dereck, Mallory and Celine; the four of you need to shift back into wolf and help escort us home. It’s midnight so our training is over as scheduled. Parker, I need you to scrounge up clothes for you and I. Dad has commanded us to help him to the hospital wing.”
I watch the second young man walk away from the first as the unnatural contortion of human bodies echo through the woods. It's only after the night goes eerily silent that the second young man emerges onto the path again.
“What took you so long?” The young alpha growls at, what appears to be, his beta.
“You took off in a full sprint as soon as you smelled him without telling us what was going on.”
The other young man reappears clad in a pair of shorts and holding an additional pair out towards the alpha.
“Part of border training is communication, Day. I know you’re an alpha and new to border training but what’s with this hostility towards Blue Ridge?”
“Mom and dad were friends with the alpha and luna that were killed in the attack. Savannah and her twin, Samantha, were never found. Savannah was my friend. I may have been barely five when she disappeared but something about her disappearance still haunts me.”
“So you take it out on someone who has nothing to do with it?”
His beta questions him with a light chuckle as the young man steps into a pair of shorts.
“Can you stand? Can you walk?” He asks with a frustrated sigh.
I attempt to stand on my own but end up collapsing against the tree he threw me against with several hard yelps. The other four wolves that surrounded me at the end of our battle look back towards me.
“My dad’s going to put a hurting on my ass for this.”
He speaks quietly while running his hand roughly through his hair.
“Parker, he’s going to need more help than I anticipated. That nasty sounding crack must have been his ribs.”
“Just give me a minute to stand but I will need help walking.”
“Yes sir.” His voice is calmer, with a hint of shame as he moves closer to me.
“Sir?” I question, uncertain of the sudden change.
“Just because my father has stopped my attack and agreed to meet with you doesn’t make you any less a prisoner until he determines the nature of your visit but….” He pauses a moment before continuing. “But that doesn’t mean I continue acting like an ass towards you.”
I finally manage to get to my feet but I’m leaning heavily upon the tree.
“Wrap your arm around my shoulders then after we step away from the tree Parker will get on your other side. Dad knows I hurt you so he’s grabbing the mule and is going to meet us on this path. We just need to get farther up where it widens out.”
“I need a sling for Mrs. Helen as well as some Vicodin and a dose of Silvex.” “How much?” “Two Vicodin with the two and a half milligrams of hydrocodon to start with. If her pain level remains high then we can go up a level every four hours until we find what works. Every werewolf responds differently to both pain and pain medication. I also want two pills of the highest dose we carry of the Silvex.” “You want to start her on the binder before Vivian gets here?” Dad questions her decision. “Yes sir. The sooner we start neutralizing it so her body can get rid of it the better. If Vivian disagrees then we will change course but not knowing the length of time it takes for her to get here this is the best course of action. Unfortunately, her injuries are affecting her ability to do basic things for her children. She will need a full time nanny for a minimum of eight weeks.” “Not a problem. I have the perfect lady for the job.” Dad agrees.Jessa simply nods while Helen remains speechl
“If we can hook up an IV line to the epidural needle can we put it on a feeder?” “If you can find a way to secure it, yes over an hour. If you need to cut her skin to get to the broken needle then when you close it’s important that it’s done in a way that keeps the needle exposed but you also need to keep anything unplanned from getting in it. The needle needs to remain in her leg until I get there and have a chance to see the test results.” “Yes ma’am. When do I give the second dose of Silvex?” “That dose will go in her IV four hours after you finish the one going into her leg. I should be there by the time additional doses will be needed but if I run into any delays I will call. The other child, what does he have going on?” “I’ve drawn his blood and sent it to the lab. He received the standard IM injection into his thigh. He’s very sore and warm to the touch where the injection occurred. The skin around the injection site is discolored black and takes up the entirety of his thig
“Jessa, it’s very important that you give me an indicator that you are listening.” “Yes ma’am.” She takes several deep breaths. “It’s important for you and Demetri to understand that your difficulties with trust are to be expected. While change is slow, the council is working hard to change the perception that many alphas have on empaths. I promise, they are trying. I am Dr. Vivian Romero. I’m not just an expert in silver addition and poisoning but I’m an empath as well. My biological daughter, Daniela, and my adopted daughter, Cora, are empaths as well. I would like the opportunity to work with you, Demetri and Angela on teaching you.” She pauses a moment. “Why did you tell me that?” “I need your trust, Jessa. Just like I’m trusting you on what you feel when it comes to this infant. Do you have a name for her?” “Her name is Amber and she’ll be a year old on the twentieth.” I interrupt. “Thank you Damian.” She nods before slowly taking the phone from dad’s hand. “From what I ca
“I do believe that is the case.” Jessa nods. “Without proper treatment at the rehab center Waylen is young enough and small enough that one milligram of high silver injected into his thigh will kill him slowly over about five days. Helen, I can tell that he was more cautious with you. Your dose isn’t as high as Collin or the kids. You will still go into withdrawal and you would likely survive that withdrawal without medical intervention unless he planned on giving you multiple doses.” Helen shakes her head slowly. “But I don’t remember receiving any shots.” She states confused. “Heinrick explained in the field that he found a needle mark in your arm. Do you remember waking up not knowing what was going on or how you got to where you were?” Dad asks. She shakes her head again. “We will have to interview you further once things calm down because you have high silver in your body. It’s not as high as Waylen or Amber but it’s still there.” Jessa ends dad’s attempt to figure out why
“No, no, no. Not her. Please goddess what kind of alpha would do this.” Her voice is low as if she doesn’t want anyone else to hear. “Georgia, I need a lancet and quick silver test.” She calls out as she gently pulls the child’s arms from their sleeves. Georgia comes over quickly, setting a bin down on the bed. “Grab a second one and test the mother.” She states quickly as she tears the supplies open. “I’m sorry sweet girl.” She murmurs as she wipes the child’s middle finger with alcohol. The pup barely stirs as her finger is pricked alerting me towards the difference between her and her twin. She quickly collects several drops of blood into a thin glass tube before placing it upside down into a specialized machine. She grabs the timer sitting inside the bin brought over, a simple white egg timer, and sets it for five minutes placing it beside the miniature machine that’s analyzing the blood. “I need you to finish getting her out of the coat. Here is a gown and blanket to cover
I beg my dad for the one thing I don’t deserve. “I will ask. Right now you need to take the little one to Jessa. She needs to do a physical and a reading so they receive the proper treatment.” I nod, looking over at Helen as Dr. Pierce starts explaining something else to her. It’s at the end that she starts gently pushing Helen towards the shower. I can’t bring myself to move until she has disappeared into the bathroom. I walk slowly towards Jessa. Terrance and Waylen’s clothes have already been replaced with hospital gowns. They are crying softly but are as exhausted as their mother with no ability to fight against what they’re going through. Jessa’s voice is easily heard yet I understand nothing of what she’s saying. It’s as if my brain is shutting down from the shock of what’s in front of me. I zone out until a yelp followed by the screaming cry of a pup in pain brings me back. It only takes a second to see Derick trying to comfort a screaming Waylen. There’s a band tied around







