Todos los capítulos de The Orphans of Blue Ridge: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

“I need a sling for Mrs. Helen as well as some Vicodin and a dose of Silvex.” “How much?” “Two Vicodin with the two and a half milligrams of hydrocodon to start with. If her pain level remains high then we can go up a level every four hours until we find what works. Every werewolf responds differently to both pain and pain medication. I also want two pills of the highest dose we carry of the Silvex.” “You want to start her on the binder before Vivian gets here?” Dad questions her decision. “Yes sir. The sooner we start neutralizing it so her body can get rid of it the better. If Vivian disagrees then we will change course but not knowing the length of time it takes for her to get here this is the best course of action. Unfortunately, her injuries are affecting her ability to do basic things for her children. She will need a full time nanny for a minimum of eight weeks.” “Not a problem. I have the perfect lady for the job.” Dad agrees.Jessa simply nods while Helen remains speechl

(Damian’s POV)I watch silently as dad disappears behind the doors of the procedure room. As much as I fear that room it takes everything I have to pull myself away from it. I really just want to barge back in there but I know better. For the first time I can really feel that my father has my best interest at heart and I need to follow his lead; trust him and his judgement. I sigh hard as I turn, choking back the tears that threaten to fall again. I slowly make my way down the hall as a baby’s scream pierces the silent hallway only to go silent a few seconds later. My mind is swimming with negativity as I continue to beat myself up; blaming myself for the horror this family is now facing. It’s only when I run into a large object that I realize that I have wandered out of the hospital wing and into the main living room. Dad has a different name for it when he holds his monthly pack get togethers but the name is escaping me at the moment. It takes a moment of looking around to orient

A random meeting with Mr. Jacobs gave me some in-site on what’s happening outside the pack house but it didn’t satisfy my need to know considering the backlash everyone inside the house is receiving. I pull the door shut and flip the handle so it keeps the door from opening. I remove my dirty, tattered dress carefully from my bruised and broken body, folding it carefully and placing it on the shelf beside me. I try hard to take care of it as I only have three dresses in total and only receive one from the Goodwill when Alpha tears it in half. Despite my efforts it’s still heavily stained with my blood and the blood of the children. I lay my body upon the dirty blankets on the floor. The only way to get newer ones that would keep the kids warm in winter was to make these ones disappear slowly. Now these blankets are the only way I can get through the terrible pain that shifting causes me. I’m not certain if it’s because I was forced to shift early or the constant injuries that I’m de

“Children with emergency needs will be admitted to my hospital wing and given appropriate medical care. Those children will not be moved out of the hospital until they are stable and able to meet the majority of their basic needs appropriate for their age. How quickly things move in either case will depend on the age of the child, severity of abuse and neglect, and foster family availability. Unfortunately, due to the size of my pack the council will only allow me to keep the pups that are in the worst shape or true orphans. The council requires all children fleeing an abusive pack to be genetically matched to all living family members. If the pack is not a sanctuary pack then the council investigates the appropriateness of the pack for the continued care and healing of a traumatized child. If the pack is not capable of caring for the child then they will be relocated to other packs four to six hours away. Families go through something similar. If there is no memory of a different pa

I leave the shower just as frustrated as I started. I growl in frustration as I scrub a towel over my ink black hair leaving it disheveled and slightly damp. I’m struggling to contain my frustration as I pull my clothes from my dresser. I’m already planning a trip to the rage room Parker found. We’ve been going almost weekly as my frustration with this female's scent has steadily increased. I’m just hoping that he’s not busy as I have no idea how I’m going to get through today when I feel the need to put my fist through the wall.I slip on a shirt and pair of shorts knowing that the morning air still holds a decent chill. I slide into my shoes sitting just outside my door before quietly heading downstairs. I know it’s too early to eat at the dining hall but I also know that the morning shift is already there fixing breakfast and I’m certain they would welcome some help. I take several shortcuts, starting with heading towards the back of the house. Every wing has a back door and I