LOGIN“The council understood what kind of pack my father ran and when he was approached about the possibility of them buying the land south of us he was eager to meet Alpha Landon Blue and his pregnant luna, Lucy. Now, Alpha Herman and Luna Amber recognized the size of their pack and without any additional land available for expansion they came up with a novel idea for the time. They approached the council, explained their situation and what they wanted to do. The oldest son, Akron, was in a position to inherit the Blue Fang pack but the other three, Lyle, Ardna and Landon, wanted to branch out on their own. Each new leader had members of the pack volunteering to leave with them completely blind as they were scrambling to find land to purchase.
Allen welcomed Landon into our home for several years until enough of the construction had been completed and pack members started flying or driving in. He was hugely instrumental in making the move a success for this new group. They immediately had a treaty put together agreeing that they would help each other defend the border. Cross training between packs occurred regularly resulting in the adults from the two packs becoming close friends. Hunter Blue, Landon and Lucy’s youngest son, quickly became a very close friend of mine. I attended his coronation, taking the helm of his pack when his parents passed suddenly twenty years ago and he attended mine just five years later.
The last time I saw Alpha Hunter and Luna Melina Blue was just two days before the rogues attacked. My own sons, Damian was nearly six and Lucas was four when we joined them for dinner. I remember Melina remarking on how much her daughter Savannah insisted on playing with Damian. Often wondering out loud if it was possible for two souls to feel the mate’s bond before they are even close to shifting.”
I pause a moment, watching my son closely as his anger appears to grow.
“Two nights later the air was filled with screams from the panic, fear and pain of being torn apart. Without warning the Blue Ridge pack had come under attack. I knew immediately that it was a targeted attack as they waited until the alpha and luna were alone before infiltrating. They also did everything they could to kill everyone who attempted to cross over to the Crimson Dawn pack. Fortunately one member did make it through but by the time he made it to me it was too late. Melina Blue was dead, Hunter Blue was in critical condition with a low probability of surviving the night and their three year old twins, Samantha and Savannah were missing and presumed dead.
For two years after the attack I kept communication and my border open. Their beta, Alrik Anderson assumed the leadership role taking the pack back to the old days where women and children lived in squalor and fear. He took his own beta, John Netski, within a few days of taking over. They both had their mates but I never found out if they were fated mates or chosen.
During my weekly dinners with Alpha Hunter he often spoke of how unhappy he was with Alrik. He believed that Alrik despised his kindness towards his pack and had become concerned that the beta position had gone to his head. He had started the process of removing his beta from the position, not as easily done as it is now, just days before the attack occurred.
When Alrik took over my weekly dinners became quarterly and each time we arrived there were more children for Damian and Lucas to play with. After two years of trying to work with him we had our last dinner together. I took that opportunity to explain that the treaty between Alpha Hunter and I was now void since he was no longer alive. I also explained that it meant our border was closed and any Blue Ridge members passing through would be detained as rogues. It was only as Lilly approached the youngest looking child there that I realized he had twelve to fourteen orphans living in the pack house with him. The oldest appeared to be in her early teens while the youngest appeared to be five or six.
Lilly started asking questions about her name but the girl was slapped across the face before she could form the words. When Lilly protested the action she was slapped as well. I immediately left and haven’t returned.
Now I know what everyone is thinking, what does this have to do with this meeting? Two weeks ago, on the ten year anniversary of the closing of our border to Blue Ridge, Beta Declan Jacobs crossed our border. He was the head of their security team so he understood the risks he was taking. He preemptively shifted into human form just after he crossed onto our land and started using a well worn trail to walk through our land in an effort to find a member of our pack.”
It’s as I talk that I use the link to check in with Damian. I have perfected the stealth link allowing me to connect with all of my kids without them knowing. I’m shocked to feel the level of anger that Damian is bottling up. I know before I start getting into the changes that I need from my warriors that I’m going to be met with resistance.
“Unfortunately, Damian intercepted him before the rest of his group could join him. Everyone here has been trained to ask questions first and attack only on defense. You left your group, Damian. You failed to communicate what you were after and you attacked in wolf form. There will be significant consequences for your actions starting with returning to basic training.”
“You can’t be serious. I completed basic training at the top of my class three years ago.”
He protests a point I’m well aware of.
“The rest of your consequences will remain private between the two of us unless you choose to share them.”
I move on without addressing his outburst. As my son, I do expect a certain level of defiance but he should be well aware at nearly seventeen, that he needs to remain within the realm of respect.
“Once I was able to get Declan into the care of my hospital team he was able to confirm the rumors that were floating around. Alpha Anderson is a tyrant.”
I pause as murmurs float around the room.
“He has used his position as alpha to rule over the pack through the use of abuse. Financially, he squandered the money that wasn’t in a trust fund, to buy whatever he wanted over maintaining the business and pack that Hunter and Melina built when they moved out here. Yes, it was old money given to them by Hunter’s parents before they moved out here but it was designated to be used for the pack. Unfortunately this has led to a difficult situation for half of the original pack. It was only those who managed to hide instead of fight, those who locked themselves away into safe rooms for days that ultimately survived the attack. This left many of the families that remain without one or more of their family members.”
“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







