“Yeah, you should. We’re all going to go back out on patrol of the borders to watch for your tail, we have to keep this place safe. Tell Colton to link me when he wants me back to take care of you, and to find you some decent clothes. I’m sure for right now, Sierra is his priority.” She clasps my hand tightly, squeezes it, and leans in kissing me on the forehead, before nodding towards the door that Colton and his skeleton crew went through.
“Meadow…. I’m so glad to be back.” I answer honestly, in afterthought, as she goes to move away, warmed by the tearful smile she gives me, and that little rub of my shoulder that it’s all going to be okay. Despite everything, even finding out that I could survive out there alone, I really have missed her and being around people. Being in a place that’s warm, and safe, and I don’t have to hunt for my meals anymore, it reminds me what a pack can be like. I can do it alone; I just prefer this…. not out there. Being here reinforces it. I don’t want to go back out and disappear anymore. Everything’s different and I don’t want to leave again.
“We are all happy to see you back. I made a mistake in letting you leave… Colton is still trying to forgive me. Don’t do it again.” She half laughs, but there’s a serious edge to her tone and a look that hints at a real warning.
“I’m not planning on it. All of this is bigger than us now. Priorities have changed.” I point out and she exhales with another nod.
“Good, because he’ll strap your ass to him and put guard duty on you twenty-four seven if he even gets a hint you might take off again. That boy is not playing no more,
Chica!” That head wobble and finger point that always makes me smile at her, but I ‘hmmm’ then gesture I should go. I don’t care right now what Colton thinks, or wants. I need to see what’s going on and then sit. I only dozed in the truck for a short time and I’m physically exhausted and could do with a little moment to get used to this buzzing house. After weeks of nature and solitude, this human chaos is a bit much to get my head around. This whole thing is mentally overwhelming, and sleep is all I want, even though I’m not going to get it for a while.
I turn and head after Colton, trace their steps down a corridor, turn right through the door they went, which takes me along a short hall, through two double doors into a proper set up infirmary. It’s already like a mini hospital wing, which is weird given our kinds ability to heal, so I guess this is from when the witch side of Colton’s family who stayed here. It’s white, large, yet crowded with cabinets full of potion bottles on every wall. Some of it looks dated, but mostly there are modern additions, obviously brought with Colton’s own medics who are hurriedly wading in and helping move Sierra to a central bed that’s more substantial than the one she’s on.
I mean wolf packs do have medical staff and doctors. We do sometimes need them, especially in the younger ages when we are not turned yet, and we catch diseases or get injured. We’re vulnerable in youth, much like mortals are. It’s irresponsible for a pack to not have the means to protect all in our pack.
They switch over her machines to full size ones, change out her tubes, and hang up her saline bag on a trolley to the side, as some of the wolves already in here file out, gazing longingly her way and nodding at Colton as each and every one leaves. I know the link between pack members is generally the preferred mode of communication, but it sucks that to me it’s a silent wall. Watch in envy as so much translates between them, but I hear nothing.
I miss pack linking, and the sense of unity it gave you as a whole, it reminds me I’m never really going to be part of this pack. I mean Colton could initiate me in general, now he’s alpha and has that power, and I could maybe link that way, but once his mate gets a whiff I’m here, I don’t doubt world war three will erupt. She’ll never let him put me in the pack to have more of a bond with him.
I have no idea where she is, but she has to be around here somewhere, I mean, she is his Luna now. Mates never stray far apart and as Luna, her job is to care for the vulnerable in this massive palace. She probably got left behind here when he came for me, because he knew she would just aggravate the situation and make things worse between us. Not that it needs much help.
I stand back watching as she’s settled, and the transition is complete. The doctor moving in to talk with a woman in a white coat I recognize from the Santo medical center in the valley. She has two nurses flanking her as they busily squirrel around, put trolleys away, and sort out the haywire mess of machines they’ve taken from Sierra. Tidying up and making her ready for her new stay in here.
Colton pulls over a high stool to the head of her bed and perches down beside her, oblivious to me over here, leaning in and saying something softly as he strokes her hair back, fully locked on her face as everyone else seems engrossed on the care plan they’re discussing. I can hear the doc listing of medications and withdrawal key points, a step by step of what they need to do over the next few hours, but all my attention is on that solitary, strong, wide figure, with his back to me, and the longing pulling me to go comfort him.
Despite everything going on, we both have so much mess in our heads and a shared pain from finding out things that turned everything upside down. Now isn’t the time to hold that against him while all this is going on. Neither of us was prepared or even mature enough to deal with the tsunami of shit we’ve endured these past weeks, and I’m weary with it all catching up. I don’t want to carry the feelings of hurt and hate on top of that too. Not right now.
We have to figure this out, wait on Sierra to see if she has an answer, and focus on the fact Deacon and his crew will follow us. Soon as they wake up and realize what’s happened, I’m sure Juan will be notified, and there will be a mad scramble to try and get here before she can tell everyone the truth.
I can be mad at Colton, hurt by him, but right now he’s my alpha too, and I need to look to him for leadership, and keeping us all safe. If all I do is argue and carry a grudge, I’ll make it all harder for myself. The pack, this house, this place, its where I’m meant to be through this, and I need to put this shit aside and stop thinking about myself for a little while. About how what he did broke my heart, when right now, the priority is everyone else, and Sierra.
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