Speaking it out loud has diminished the way I feel about myself and I’m struggling to place why. I move slowly from his grasp, whimpering quietly as I wrap my arm around my stomach. I hear the door to the room shut just as I reach the door to the en-suite bathroom. I enter the large room and shut the door. With my room being a modified care room the bathroom is set up to accommodate individuals with a variety of needs. The room itself is twice as long as it is wide with a large, two person soaking tub seemingly out of place in the middle of the floor. Only the end where the spigot resides is connected to the wall. The other three sides are open. My best guess is this set up allows the most access to someone who can’t get out once they get in. In the far northeast corner is a toilet and next to it is the six foot by four foot shower stall. From the moment I admitted my understanding of sex my stomach cramped up and it will be only a matter of minutes before I start throwing up bile.

His voice cracks as he starts to cry. I nod as I reach towards his face. “I know it’s hard but you admitted that you told Deven and I two different things regarding your concept of sex. Now, I feel that it’s important for you to understand that the deep seated fear that you just showed was not a reaction you had with me last year. What did you tell Deven?” I run my fingers through the hair along his temple. His body shakes as it tries to regulate the emotions he’s going through. “I can’t keep talking about it.” “Why can’t you talk about sex? You didn’t struggle when going through the sexual activity questions last year with me.” I prod gently. Slowly I have worked my way behind his head and have started working him towards my shoulder. “Lay your head on my shoulder. My aura and scent will help to calm you. You have had a very bad panic attack based on this conversation and I don’t want your answer to stir it up again.” I’m relieved when he submits. I wrap my arms around him, on

“While there’s no evidence to indicate that she knows she’s a witch or has embraced the craft, the most powerful witches and warlocks tend to be born to alpha parents. With her fraternal twin doing a trial run as alpha for the Purple Mountain pack it would be fair to assume that their parents were natural born alpha’s. For a long time an alpha born wolfless used to be looked at as an abomination but recently it has been revealed that those werewolves are very powerful without the ability to transform into a wolf. Now, I apologize for taking this out of order but I wanted to start with facts before introducing the myth. It is a known fact that most if not all werewolves originated from the union of some of the most powerful witches and warlocks that have existed for centuries. Compared to them, werewolves are the new guys trying to make a name for themselves.” “If it’s known that werewolves originate from witches and warlocks then where does the myth come in?” Cole has finally opened

“We’re related? Why haven’t I heard about any of this?” Cassius is shocked by the revelation. “There’s a little distance between us but yes, we are cousins. It’s part of why I never suggested a dual alpha leadership. While they have been done before, I was under the impression that the council didn’t like having relatives running the pack together. It’s only under extreme circumstances that they allow brothers to be co-rulers.” “I haven’t researched the history of the White brothers but that might be why the White Fang and White Moon packs are separated.” I add in. “If the pack is large enough then that’s the normal option the council seeks.” Deven nods his head. “Deven?” I start cautiously. “Were you aware that Clay fell asleep?” I relax as he nods. “Although he’s more educated on sex than we were prepared for as he’s only six and a half, I wouldn’t have exposed him to the fact that my great grandmother was raped repeatedly before being dumped.” “How do you know he can’t hear

“I haven’t found any alphas currently ruling that have had this classification but I found close to fifty packs on the east coast where an alpha or beta that was being brutally abused, challenged the ruling alpha and won the duel. All of these challenges happened in a forty year time frame from the early 1940’s to the early 1980’s. When the council visited each pack the ruling alpha was tested after telling his story and each one was granted the special status of being a protector. While these alphas still ruled with an iron fist it was only because of the abundance of abuse and rape that these alphas felt it was necessary to continue the practice of physical punishment. Once the roots of progress started to be seen the alpha often calmed down and started intense reeducation programs to help parents who relied heavily upon abuse to parent in a more effective and respectful manner. Those who suffered the abuse received therapy so they could heal and learn what was normal. Although th