TYSON Once I’m in the waiting room, I see Adam walking in with a bag slung over his shoulder and a wide smile on his face. He is dressed in white skinny jeans with a rainbow zip-up sweatshirt and bright pink high tops. This man just screams PRIDE in the way he dresses when he’s off the clock. It makes me proud to have him as my Beta’s partner. He has never been afraid to be who he is, and that confidence has bled over into my lower ranking pack members. He has a positive personality that humans and shifters are drawn to. Rose will need his confidence and positivity to learn how to lead as our Luna. Adam walks up, bouncing in step. But his nostrils flare, and his smile fades as soon as he gets close enough to smell me. “Well, I smell why Thomas asked me to bring you clothes. You stink.” “A bomb went off in my office, Adam. Of course I stink.” “That isn’t why you stink, sir.” He glares at me as he hands me the bag. “Come with me.” I follow him down a hallway off the ER lobby. Then do

TYSON Move into the women’s shelter? Aww, hell no! “You will stay with me. I have tried for years to get her to move in with me, but she’s refused me each time. Smartest, most stubborn, stupidest, most frustrating, independent woman I’ve ever met!” Patty rants her frustrations. “I REFUSE to let her move you back to that damn shelter! In fact, you and I will handle the move this evening. I’m done asking, I’m just doing. I assume there won’t be much to bring, so I’m sure one carload will get it all. Did I assume correctly?” Patty asks. Infinity nods in confirmation. I just scoff. “Why would she need to do that? I’ll just move them in with me, they’ll eventually be with me anyway.” I feel like this is the better choice and Zeus is all for it. His tail is happily wagging in my head. Patty sighs and slaps her forehead in aggravation, “Oh Goddess, give me strength,” Patty whispers out to the ceiling. She sighs again, “She doesn’t know you, Tyson! You can’t just expect her to move in with

ROSE My head is pounding and throbbing and it feels extremely heavy. My entire body hurts, but nothing is quite as bad as my chest. It is by far, the worst pain I have. It is so hard to breathe. And I can’t seem to move either of my arms. My left feels like it is tied up, but the right one has this nice warm tingling sensation moving up from my hand. It doesn’t feel tied up like the left, but like a weight is holding it down. Ugh, my eyes are heavy too. They don’t want to open up. I try repeatedly to open them. Over and over again, I try. Finally, they start to flutter. When I get them open, I am so exhausted from that effort. I am looking at an all-white drop-down ceiling that I don’t recognize. It is chilly in the room, and I can hear a beeping next to me. I look down-- fuuuuuck that hurts! I see I am in a bed with white sheets and a lightweight scratchy baby blue blanket. My left forearm is in a splint and propped up with pillows. To my left is a heart monitor machine and IV line

ROSE “Sorry to interrupt, but I also have your blood test results Mr. Evans.” She says, and I look at Tyson confused. “Your second in command was correct Mr. Evans. Both the blood we took from you and the coffee mug that was brought in from your office as evidence, confirms that you were drugged. The combination of drugs acted as both an enhanced libido stimulant and one that made you highly susceptible to suggestion. Meaning, you probably would have had sex with pretty much anyone if they had suggested it.” Tyson nods expecting these results. I, however, was not. “WHAT?!!” They are both shocked and jump a bit at my outburst. “Are you saying that Rachel drugged him and… raped him?” “Essentially, yes,” Dr. Reynolds replies. I sit back and tears start flowing out of my eyes. No sobs, just tears. “I remember her eyes,” I whisper out, mainly to myself. “That part I remember quite clearly. I walked in, and she was staring right at me, like she was expecting me to walk in and see you two

ROSE The sunlight hitting my face wakes me, but I keep my eyes tightly closed, wanting my amazing night of sleep to continue. I realize I am warm, for the first time in a really, really long time. Since summer actually. I remember being cold when I went to bed, despite the extra blanket Tyson gave me. The warmth seems to be coming from my backside. It feels so good I wiggle back up to it, then I feel something hard, poking into my butt. Well, that’s uncomfortable. I reach around to figure out what that is and my hand hits warm skin before I can get there. What the…? I open my eyes and look behind me. My hand is resting on Tyson’s massive arm that he has wrapped around my waist. He is laying on his side, sound asleep. The heat I am feeling is coming from him, and damn is he warm! My personal heater. I realize quickly though, what is poking into my butt. When I really think about it, I’m not bothered by it. I know men usually get morning wood, so I’ll just chalk it up to that. It’s not