The Son of Red Fang のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

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 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

‘How do you know they are any good? That the pups won’t be abused in the new packs?’ ‘There is a collective of sanctuary packs that go through a lot of research and testing with the council in order to qualify to take in troubled and abused wolves. This includes a rogue, usually a female, that the council purposely places on their land to test how they handle a wolf in distress. The smaller packs that can best accommodate the lowest ranked wolves and families are the ones granted second chance status. These are the packs that are of medium wealth so they can supply the necessary mental health therapy and medical interventions needed for the wolf to recover from their trauma but they are also usually struggling with low birth rates so taking in families and children, as well as keeping them in the pack is very important to them. You can’t keep a wolf in the pack if you don’t take care of them.’ I pause for a moment, giving her time to think. ‘It’s a lot to ask of me, Alpha Black, bu

I hear Jamie gasp as Andrew exits the room. I look towards the ground to see Damian holding Jamie over the mat, now drenched in blood and saline as Jessa attempts to clear blood from the young man’s nose and mouth, whimpering softly from fear and pain. A soft knock at the door alerts me to the presence of the warriors I requested, twin deltas, Darren and Derrick have arrived to watch over Andrew. I step outside the room as Jamie yelps and fights briefly when Damian lays him in his lap while Jessa puts pressure on his still bleeding nose. I speak to them briefly explaining the schedule, what his punishment is and what my expectations of them are before returning to Jamie. I freeze in Jamie’s doorway as I’m shocked by the young man’s appearance. Both eyes are nearly swollen shut with blood tinged tears slowly falling from his eyes. His nose and mouth are red and swollen, stained with the blood Jessa used silver nitrate to finally stop from flowing. Jessa is the first one to sense my

I take a moment to stop and look at my sweet, sensitive Madilyn. I brush her hair out of her eyes as I smile gently at her. “I know. He’s very afraid, Lynnie. That’s actually why he ended up here. He got so afraid that he couldn’t breathe so we brought him here to help him. Like you, he’s afraid of shots. But that’s because he had a doctor who gave him too much medication. It made him very sick for quite a while. But that’s not going to happen here. He’s only getting what he needs. Do you want to help me make him less scared of the shots? Jamie told me that he really likes the little wolves. He cares for them when their parents can’t be there.” She looks fearfully at the tray of syringes before looking back at me and nodding. Angela has added to his list of medication and I’m torn about giving them all at once. It’s obvious by the number of supplements she’s added that he’s malnourished as the only time we give IV or IM injections of supplements is when they are dangerously low. I