“Dissociative amnesia is not very well known in the werewolf community and you are a critical part of not just removing your father from power but removing him from the pack. The committee, which is an organization higher than the council, can’t risk me telling you something you told me the wrong way. I have been mandated to only tell you of my own personal experiences with you in the hopes that it might trigger other memories.” “Is that the reason you’re encouraging me to talk? To tell you of the horrid things I see in my head; in my dreams?” “Yes sir. Even if you don’t recognize them as memories just yet, getting them recorded will give the council something to investigate. If they can find evidence of what you’re speaking of or a corroborating witness of the event then they can use your recorded statements as evidence.” “Why am I afraid of the medical wing?” “I don’t know.” “Please stop lying to me.” I can hear both the desperation and tears within his voice. “How about this,

“His abdomen was so discolored with bruises that we had to run an ultrasound on him to verify he didn’t have internal bleeding. The bruising on his back also resulted in taking X-rays which came back positive for fractures to his ribs. We discovered several hours later that those same linear bruises were present on his genitalia, the front of his right thigh, both his forearms, both his shins, and he had a fluid filled blister that went completely around the circumference of his left thigh. Testing on the fluid and a debridement surgery revealed a nasty second degree chemical burn that was heavily infected. The next evening Lilly and I woke him from a night terror to find that he had a three inch laceration to the right side of his head caused by his brother slamming him into the counter before the rest of the beating happened. It was that night terror that reminded him that he had been stabbed multiple times with a hypodermic needle and injected with multiple medications with no k

“Well done Cole. First thing I want to establish is what it is you understand about what’s going on.” He nods slowly. “Dr. Nelson explained what he was here for and the procedure for placing the epidural. It wasn’t until he started the shots that I got a bad feeling about it. It’s going to hurt me. No matter how many shots he gives. It’s going to hurt badly.” He pleads with a light whine. “I know you’re in a terrifying situation right now. I’m here. Promise I will help you.” “I can’t do this. Not again.” He whispers quietly as he attempts to bury his face into my arm. I adjust my left arm so I’m still holding his hand but he has access to my wrist as Dr. Nelson begins to speak. “That’s the part that’s confusing me.” He admits. “Can you go through your interactions with him leading up to this?” I ask him. “I was paged to a meeting three hours ago in Dr. Hamilton’s office. He explained the history that he had on Cole as well as what recently happened. He ended his conversation wi

(Cole’s POV)It’s been nearly two months since I was reunited with my mate and everything crashed from around us. While there was no way to know that my back was injured in such a way to leave me paralyzed at least it wasn’t permanent. While it took nearly a week to get me mentally well enough to take me off the sedatives, I am grateful for the intervention Deven and Demetri put together. The epidural was a success and having it placed while asleep was the least traumatic experience I’ve had in the hospital wing. It feels weird to say it that way considering my lack of memory but something tells me that most of my hospital stays are hellacious at best. They ran several tests on me including sedating me for both a CAT scan and a MRI. It was frustrating that the radiologist didn’t speak to me directly about what was found but Alpha Demetri did sit down with the two of us to explain the results. He apologized to begin with as he felt that the doctor jargon would overwhelm me. Simply pu

“What’s happening?” Deven and Cassius both ask loudly in the hopes that I’ll answer. “Why am I biting her?” I scream as I try to flee. Deven keeps his hold firm as he pulls me back into a sitting position. I vaguely feel the bucket get placed back into my lap as I wretch from the taste of blood in my mouth again. It’s only after a full minute of vomiting bile that I can concentrate on the flash back long enough to realize a difference. “She smells different.” I speak softly as the memory has sent me into shock. “Can you tell what the difference is?” Cassius asks, returning to his gentler voice. “When she climbed in my lap, Buddy told me she was in heat and needed to be marked. I don’t know the difference. The only thing I can tell is that I didn’t want her near me when she got in my lap but I didn’t push her away or tell her to leave. I did the opposite. I welcomed her despite her scent being very negative to me. After I bit her it changed to something I could handle. I wanted he