Diane soothes me, but looks startled.
She looks at the doctor, then at Alpha Bronx.
Alpha Bronx rubs his hands on his face and starts pacing.
Beta Lenora is whispering quietly to him.
The doctor tentatively steps forward now, watching Alpha Bronx from the corner of his eyes, “Kas, it’s alright. No one is going to hurt you. You are safe.”
He rubs my shoulder soothingly with one hand and shines a little light in my eyes with the other.
A fresh round of images from my dream flash in my mind, making me shake violently all over and I can’t stop.
I can’t speak and it feels like my brain is being scrambled.
I try to suck in a breath of air, but my body won’t let it fill my lungs.
What is happening to me?
I see Alpha Bronx looking at me.
He looks so angry.
I pull my blanket to my face and try to muffle my cries.
“Enough of this bullshit. Lenora, get the cars ready. We’re leaving. NOW.” Alpha Bronx says with a disgusted look.
Beta Lenora rushes out of the room.
“Alpha, please, give us more time to stabilize her,” the doctor tries to put himself between Alpha Bronx and me.
That is apparently a big mistake.
The Alpha pushes him out of the way with a dangerous growl and scoops me up like a baby, wrapping the quilt tightly around my body.
He carries me as if I weigh nothing.
I can’t stop shaking, no matter how hard I try.
I feel hot tears running down my face.
I start whimpering.
I want to try to plead for my life, but I suddenly can’t form a coherent thought.
My mind feels like a radio only getting pieces of the signal.
Everything starts to fade into static until I have no concept of reality.
“Lex, I need you!” I call out to her in my mind.
“I’m here, Kas. I’m trying but this is all coming from your mind. I can’t heal your mind. Stay with me! Focus on my voice, okay? We can get through this together.”
She whimpers.
In the distance, I can hear voices around me.
I try to listen.
Anything to ground me so my mind doesn’t float away but it feels like I’m underwater.
Beta Lenora’s face comes into view now.
The bright sun is behind her, making it difficult to see her features.
She climbs in the back of the car, holding me like a baby across her lap, “It’s going to be okay, Kas. We just need to get you back to Blood River. Alpha Bronx knows what to do.”
Bronx’s POV
As soon as my guard, Tyree, told me an omega was trying to get in my suite, I left the party and rushed upstairs.
“Something’s wrong. We need to get to her now,” he growls.
I don’t have any pack secrets in the suite, but that doesn’t mean I want a stranger going in without my permission.
As we turn the corner, we see a scrawny little girl at the end of the hall struggling to push open the heavy door of my suite.
The scent of fresh rain and lilacs wafts in the air, somehow making me feel less angry.
The girl looks up at us from under her baseball cap when Tyree yells at her.
I can’t see her face from the shadow of the hat, but I don’t need to.
I’m immediately drawn to her.
My heart almost skips a beat.
“Mate,” Saint cries out, taking over control of my body.
He strides over and roughly pushes her against the door.
I feel my fangs extending as I deeply breathe in her scent.
“Saint, don’t you DARE mark her.” I warn, pulling on his consciousness, trying to regain control.
He growled but pull back.
“Saint, don’t you DARE mark her. ” I warn, pulling on his consciousness, trying to regain control.
He growls, but pulls back slightly.
At that moment all Hell breaks loose.
Saint immediately acts to protect his newly found mate, resulting in the Silver Moon Luna ending up with a broken wrist and the drunk Alpha getting punched by one of his own people.
My pack members put themselves in the middle to prevent me from attacking someone.
During the commotion, I feel a small tap on my arm and a sweet little voice whisper,
“Help.”
I turn to see the girl looking up at me.
The color of her eyes instantly shocks me.
They’re as purple as UV lights.
Her hair is an odd sparkly gray color.
I feel a pang of pain when I notice how sickly gaunt and pale she is.
As I take in her features, her eyes roll back in her head and she passes out.
A familiar scent hits my nose as I catch her falling body.
Blood.
My hands and the door behind her are covered in it.
Saint didn’t claw her.
What the Hell happened?
+10 Bonus
***
“What are we going to do, Bronx?” Lenora asks.
She is sitting in the back of the SUV holding my mate on her lap during a fuel stop.
She wipes some stray hairs out of Kas’s sleeping face.
I take the last drag of my cigarette and stamp it out on the ground.
“I don’t know, but we’ll figure it out. We’re her family now. She’s obviously not the future Luna we were expecting, but I don’t care. She’s mine and no one will ever hurt her again.”
Lenora and I switch places and I finally get to hold my mate in my arms.
I breathe in her amazing fresh rain and lilac scent.
Having her close to me gives me a sense of calm I have not felt in years, if ever.
I have waited for so long to find her.
I almost lost hope.
I will treasure her for the rest of our lives.
“You gonna be okay?” Lenora asks.
“Yeah. I’ll tell the driver to pull over if there’s a problem.” I reassure her before she closes the door.
1100k closer at the beautiful girl.
There are small scars at her jawline and near her ears, but in my eyes, they only add to her stunning beauty.
I take a few of her silver hairs in my fingers.
It’s like nothing I ve ever seen; like a wig of silver filament, but it isn’t a wig.
It is just how her hair is.
Her breath hitches as she sighs in her sleep.
I tuck the hairs behind her ear and pull her closer to me.
The doctors are ready and waiting when we get to our packhouse.
They start by asking Kas questions about her medical history, but she is clearly not in any shape to give them answers.
She flinches and shivers at the noises and talking around her, but doesn’t look to see where the sounds are coming from.
Getting no information from her, they decide to move on to her physical examination.
The nurses shoo me out of the room so they can get Kas changed.
Once they change her into a clean hospital gown, they check her vitals.
Her heart is racing even though she is sitting still.
The stress of everything is too much for her, so they decide to sedate her to finish the exam.
Once she’s asleep, they roll her on her stomach, exposing her back and immediately call Lenora and me back into the room.
One of the nurses is standing in the corner crying, being consoled by another nurse.
I approach the bed and look at my mate’s back in horror.
I can’t remember seeing something so gruesome in my life.
Her wolf has mostly healed her, so there are only a few open wounds but every inch of the rest of her back is covered in red, raw scars on top of old healed scars, on top of even older scars from being whipped over the years.
The doctor tells me it is the same on the butt and backs of her thighs as well.