Owen Hunt Grey's Anatomy Novels & Stories

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

I quickly launch myself across the waiting room corridor, intercepting them before they can take another step. "Doctor! Please, tell me," I gasp out, my fingers tightly gripping the lapels of my blood-stained coat, my heart hammering a chaotic rhythm against my ribs. "Owen... is he... did he make it? Please tell me he’s alive." The lead surgeon offers a warm reassuring smile, placing a gentle hand on my trembling shoulder. "Ms. Moore, please breathe. The surgery was intensive due to the severe internal blood loss and the thoracic trauma, but we successfully stabilized the hemorrhaging. The procedure was a complete success. He is fine. His vitals are sound, and he just needs to wake up now in

And why was Owen a part of it, up there with her? The knock on the door startled me out of my thoughts. I set Abigail down and headed to the door, my heart pounding, still trying to process what I’ve seen. A wedding… Not that it was my business or problem. When I opened the door, I wasn’t ready for the small body in a suit infront of me, on I had just seen moments ago on the screen. Owen. He stood on the porch, pale and trembling, his tear-streaked face framed by dark hair that mirrored Alexander’s to perfection. His wide, stormy eyes met mine, brimming with a desperation that hit me like a punch to the chest.

I couldn’t work out why he’d be so excited to spend time with someone he’d first met only yesterday. Usually, both Ares and Owen were indifferent to the men around me. Why was Hunter so different? Hunter squatted down and lifted Owen up so their eyes were level. Owen wrapped his little arms around Hunter’s neck. I just watched, gobsmacked. Owen wasn’t as social as his brother. He liked science, medicine, and technology. Even his more normal hobbies – like comics and superheroes – were geeky. He never warmed to strangers this quickly.

~~~ Meanwhile, Owen, on the other hand, had since arrived at the hospital in his SUV, the tires screeching slightly as he pulled into the hospital’s parking lot. He got out quickly, slipping his dark shades on to mask his anxiety, though his hurried steps betrayed his mask of calmness. As he made his way towards the hospital’s main entrance, he couldn’t help but notice the impressive architecture, something he had admired on his few previous visits. But today, the towering building barely registered. All he could think of was seeing his sister. Once he reached the first hallway, Owen mumbled to himself, trying to recall the location of the rear elevator he had used on his last visit.

He comes over to check on mom, lifting her eyelids and shining a flashlight over them. When I look up, Alpha Avery is in the doorway. “Doc?” That’s all he says. Dr. Andrews holds up a finger, grabbing some machine out of his bag, and hooking it up to dads chest. I see the look on his face, it’s not good. Dr. Andrews is older, his hair has silver throughout it, making the light brown look even lighter. His eyes are this charcoal grey color that appear to just see through you when you talk to him about a medical problem. And while he has the build of a werewolf, it’s obvious he’s not a warrior.

But my gaze moved past face after face in the fairly lit bar until they snagged on a figure right across the room. A light bulb went off in my head. The gaze I felt, it was from him—the man sitting alone in a shadowed booth. I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply, relieved it wasn't my father's men. But when I opened them back, that man, his eyes were still fixed on me. I swallowed hard. Even from this distance, his eyes were a vivid yet piercing emerald green. His gaze never wavered, holding on, sharp enough to cut diamond if he tried.

The pain was so excruciating that I almost blacked out. I stared at my mutilated, blood-soaked hand and screamed in horror and despair. Tasha looked away, completely unmoved. "It just so happens this ward needs an orderly. Since you're the reason Owen ended up like this, it's only proper that you're the one taking care of him during his hospital stay." I collapsed on the ground, in too much pain to utter a single word. Owen looked down at me, a victor's smile spreading across his face.

But Owen wasn't so easily moved. His eyes tracked every flicker of Amelia’s expression, searching for any chink in her armor, any sign of a lie. Yet, her calm never wavered. Every answer rolled off her tongue with unwavering certainty, leaving him unable to find a single thread to pull loose. Either she was telling the truth, or she was so deep in her own lie that even she believed it. Owen glanced uneasily at the mound of blood-soaked gauze, his anxiety building with every pad. He interrupted, his voice tight. "Miss Brown, how much longer do you plan to keep draining her blood? At this rate, she's not going to hold out much longer."

I was deep in thought, wondering why Aunt Maya was really here. But it became clear tonight. I had eavesdropped on her and her dad. "Gwen may not be a werewolf; the girl may be human, just like her mother. "But I don't want to believe that." "Artemis was a wolf, Dylan!" Aunt Maya cautioned her brother. "She was not; I bit her." "She was never born a wolf." "Gwen will be going to wolf camp; they'll train her." He said.