“It’s okay to let go, Jamison.” My voice is gentle as I encourage the emotional release I know the young man needs as I hold him close to me. It doesn’t take long before I feel his body shake with silent tears, his hands balling into fists around the fabric of my shirt. Giving him permission to talk to me was more about giving Jamie the emotional release he needed than a cry for help from Cole, but in encouraging it, I’m closer to knowing the truth about Cole. I rub Jamie’s back until his body relaxes before heading him over to the couch. “I want to thank you for your willingness to be open with me on what your experience with Cole has been even though Cole is hesitant to be the same. It seems like he’s been burned by other packs for sharing the truth of his situation which only makes it harder for me.” Jamie takes a moment to wipe his face before looking at me. “Please don’t let the nasty rumors about him cloud your judgment of him. He really is a good person. Never once has he e
“Stay with him Jamie. This is just a bad fear response.” “He’s shaking alpha.” “I know. Cole, I’m going to use a pair of scissors to cut through your boxers. Are there any bruises or cuts on the sides of your legs that I should be aware of?” “No sir” I can hear the anxiety building in his voice as I try again. I can feel him trying to shift away from me but Jamie’s hold is strong and I can hear him trying to figure out why Cole is so afraid after consenting. “Were you this nervous when you exposed your secret to dad?” “Yes.” “Why are you afraid of anyone finding out?” They’re both quiet as I move to the opposite side. He yelps again as I get started using my hand to protect his skin from any accidental cuts. “Are you ready to try and walk?” I watch as he slowly lifts his head from Jamie’s shoulder. His position tells me he was using Jamie’s scent to help him keep calm. “What I would like to do is get you to the bathroom, get you seated so you can take care of your needs and
“I need to know everything that’s associated with this beating. Dallas mentioned that your dad kicked you in the abdomen a dozen or more times before taking you to the training room. That it took you a long time to start screaming. This leads me to believe that the bruising to your abdomen and the cuts I have found all over your body happened at the same time. Are there any other cuts or bruises that I don’t know about?” He finally nods yes before looking back at me. The fear I see in his eyes is immeasurable as he begins to speak. “The back…. of my neck..... where he…. grabbed me.... My wrists….. my forearms.... and shins..... I broke…. the chain...... I couldn’t take...... all the hits..... without yelping..... I did..... what I could.... to protect myself.” “So I’m looking for defensive wounds as well.” He nods slowly as I stand back up. “I’ll help you get the gown back on once I finish with the pictures of your body. I can get pictures of your neck and other areas of bruising
“Cole, I need you to get your legs up on the bed.” He responds slowly, turning his body and lifting his legs at the same time. He manages to get his feet on the bed when Angela knocks and opens the door causing one of the severest fear responses I have seen in a long time. It takes everything I have to keep Cole from leaping off the bed, his arms flailing erratically as he yelps in terror from my hold on him. Angela and I are in shock at such a terrifying response when he had been doing so well with us. I had nearly forgotten Jamie was even there until I hear his voice in a way I could have never imagined. “Alpha Cole, look at me!” His voice is loud, sharp and commanding attention as his hands are upon Cole’s wrists, crossed and gently held against Cole’s chest. Light, persistent whimpers intertwine with the sound of his wheezing as he struggles to recover from his fight. “Cole please. I love you and trust you without hesitation. You are as much my brother as Jeremy. I know you’r
She reaches out to him slowly, touching his cheek as he pushes his back into my chest. “That’s okay, Cole. The black out is likely a form of shock from the physical and emotional trauma that this would cause. Unfortunately, this does mean that Demetri will have to do a more extensive hands-on physical with you to verify that we have found all your injuries.” I nod in agreement when she looks directly at me. “It’s also important that if you remember any injuries at all about the fight you need to tell us about it.” “I’ve had….. a headache….. since Saturday.” “Thank you, Cole. It’s possible that you have a concussion that we will need to keep track of. Now back to the issue of your leg. Did this happen with the rest of the injuries we’ve found today?” “Yes….. ma’am.” “I feared as much. If this silver is of high enough concentration there is a possibility that we’re looking at a third degree chemical burn simply from the lack of medical care. The deeper it burns the higher the po
I wake with a groan as my two little princesses take turns jumping on me. This is turning into one of the longest days I’ve had in a while. Physically and emotionally draining with everything I have learned today. Cole’s abuse is the worst that I have ever seen in regards to his physical and mental abuse. My own luna and her finally realizing the full extent of the sexual abuse she suffered has weighed on us both today. She has struggled to be her normal upbeat self which has caused questions to cycle around the pack as to what happened between us. My thoughts about Jamie and Dr. Carter and their involvement with Cole has raised some serious questions about Red Fang and how the alpha interacts with the pack as a whole. Is Cole’s hesitation towards talking about the full extent of the abuse simply a matter of protecting those who actually care about him? I don’t think so. The young man trembles every time I find a new wound on him. Even so much as begged me not to punish him for not t
“I’m not certain if we have even found all of his injuries yet but what we have found is quite distressing. It’s very important that the information I give you remains confidential until I’m able to make a move on him.” “Is that why you’re refusing to use his name?” “Yes. He’s been to three packs. All three figured out his secret. All three sent him home. I believe but I haven’t been able to confirm that he talked to them. Told them what was going on and they still sent him home.”“What makes you believe that he talked?” “Every time I ask him to talk to me, even his friend was begging him to talk, his only response is that it doesn’t help. That no one can help him.” “So he’s been burned by several packs. That’s unfortunate and disturbing.” “Not simply burned Xavier. The council showed up and started poking around a month after he got home. They never talked to him directly so he doesn’t know why they were there but I was able to infer from information given by his friend that his
“I’m struggling to comprehend his medical care right now but obviously that’s not all there is.” “No. That’s just what we found out happens when he’s at General for one of these attacks. When I got him to the hospital wing I personally restrained him to get the IV into his arm. My technique had enough of a comforting effect that he wanted me to stay and I ended up falling asleep with him. When Angela and Lilly woke me around ten, Angela told me that despite leaving him with me for two hours his body temperature had dropped twice and was coming dangerously close to ninety-nine degrees so she wanted to try heated pillows with him instead. He had an extreme fear response to us rolling him off of me and when we needed to place heart monitoring stickers on his chest, he curled his body into the fetal position.” “What was he afraid of?” “The catheter being placed is extremely painful for him and every time they monitor his heart the cath and feeding tube come next. Angela cut off his shi