All Chapters of The Son of Red Fang: Chapter 251 - Chapter 260

“Normally, the alpha filling this out is not the parent of the one accused of being feral which gives your father a slight advantage. Ordinarily the council has to look over two applications and two sets of personality and mental health surveys before they can move on to the next step. With your father being both your father and the alpha only one application will need to be turned in speeding up the first step of the process. When the application gets turned into the closest council headquarters it will be assigned to one of three council members that are a part of the Department of Rogue and Feral wolves. All three of the members have been trained to look through the application for any blank spots or unacceptable answers to the questions on the application. They will also look over the personality and mental health assessments for completion as well as any supporting documentation being submitted as proof of ferality. They are given five days to go over each application which is w

“But, the committee still holds about a thousand trials a year nationwide and of those who go to trial only a hundred are found to not be feral.” My mouth drops open as I realize the mathematics behind that number. Ninety percent of those who go to trial are deemed feral? Oddly I’m struggling to breathe with such a number. “What happens to the ninety percent that are found to be feral?!” I gasp out as I struggle to accept Jessa climbing into my lap again.“Shhhh.” She hushes quietly near my ear. She’s pushed me back against the couch again and is straddling my legs with one hand on the side of my face gently holding the other cheek against hers. I raise my hands with the purpose of placing them on her hips so I can gently move her off my lap but I’m in an impossible position. I can’t handle the emotions that come with her straddling my legs but I’m suddenly struggling to touch her as well. “It’s okay to touch me Cole. I know you’re struggling to accept what I’m doing but it’s imp

Friday July 20th; 8am(Cole’s POV) It’s been a month since my meeting with alpha discussing my options for getting out of the hell I call home. I was allowed to take the hard splint off for good two weeks ago but that hasn’t kept me out of the med wing. I’ve been in a steady slide into severe depression and I’ve had to seek the comfort of both alpha and Dr. Pierce when my feelings have become too extreme for me to handle alone. My mood swings have been so wild that I’ve gotten extremely nasty with Jessa. I so much as begged alpha to send her on a trip with Alpha Damian until today because I knew how badly I was hurting her. I didn’t mean to hurt her and I know I’m going to pay dearly for my lack of control when I return. Sleep is scarce at best and eating is nearly impossible. I can’t begin to describe how many times I have screamed myself awake, fighting alpha’s hold around me just to break down and cry in his arms. The anticipation of returning after six months of relative peace

His eyes are wide with my explanation but he slowly removes his shirt as I’ve requested. “Put it on my desk.” I keep my calm helping him along when he appears lost. “Please.” He pleads helplessly. “It’s okay.” I try to comfort him. “No sir. It’s not okay. I’m not okay.” “I know. That’s why I’m doing this. Don’t step away.”I instruct as I close the distance between us. He accepts my embrace as I pull him into me again. There’s one test that I’ve never done with him as I’ve respected his sensitivity towards his back being touched but today I’m using that sensitivity to break him down in the hopes that he’ll be better able to handle leaving. It could also lead him into a complete breakdown requiring me to place him on a mental health hold but I’m taking my chances. “What are you going to do to me?” He asks as he struggles to lay his head on my shoulder.“I’m going to touch your back.” I explain as I guide his head down and pet the back of his head. “Please, sir. You don’t know h

I wrap my hands around his, sliding my fingers gently between his hands and hair. He surprises me with how easily he gives up his stimming. “Stand up son.” I keep my voice gentle and reassuring, waiting for him to respond. He fights me briefly as he stands, trying hard to get out of my hold. “No, Cole. Accept the contact.” I persist as I refuse to let him run from me. Surprisingly, it seems he wants to run towards the van picking him up, not back into the house. “Stay with me a moment son. Allow me to calm you.” He relents to my desire, slowly giving me the calm I know he needs to make a rational decision. “I know you heard the conversation. I need to know your thoughts.” “Dad sent him.” He whispers, his voice fearful. “I know. Your dad requested the change but the council honored it so the plan remains the same. You have pack members at White Ridge which gives your father no excuses for picking you up.” He nods against my shoulder before slowly pushing himself away.