“Yes, I can. I was hired, and I’m going to do my job,” I said calmly, determined not to stoop to her level.
“Leo, you seriously can’t let her stay here. You can’t,” she screamed at Leo. You could tell he was pissed and barely holding onto his anger.
“She isn’t going anywhere unless you somehow come up with a cure, or you know someone who can. Lena is staying,” Leo told her.
“This can’t be happening. I’m the Luna. Don’t I have a say in any of this?” she asked him, then looked to the other men for support, but they all turned away.
“Fine, you all keep quiet, but this isn’t over, Leo. You better pack your bags and leave, Lena. I mean it. You won’t like what happens otherwise,” Scarlett threatened me before storming out of the office.
“Alpha Leo, I was asked to come here to work by you, and I just got threatened. I really don’t need any of this, and if I’m not safe here, I’ll leave,” I tell him, and I mean it. It’s not just about me; there are also my kids to think about.
“Gentlemen, can you please excuse us?” Leo asks the other men. They nod, say their goodbyes, and leave the room, leaving just me and Leo.
“I apologize for Scarlett’s behavior; I didn’t expect her to react this way,” Leo tells me.
“What exactly is her problem? If anyone should be hurt or offended, it’s me. Look, Leo, deciding to come here and help wasn’t easy for me, and if Scarlett is going to be a problem, then I’ll leave,” I say firmly.
“No, no, I promise she won’t be a problem. What just happened won’t happen again,” he assures me.
“Alright then, but if I ever feel unsafe, I’m leaving,” I say.
“Alright,” he replies.
“Okay, my lab assistant is on his way. Thank you for finding an apartment for him. So while I’m waiting for him, can you show me to the clinic?” I ask.
“Sure, after you,” he says, gesturing for me to go ahead.
I leave the office, and he walks beside me as we head out of the building.
“When did the sickness start?” I ask him.
“I thought Zeo emailed you the charts?” he asks.
“Yes, he did, but I find it’s best to talk to people directly. Sometimes they mention something that might not be in the charts or files,” I explain.
“Okay. It first started with the kids, but the healers in the pack didn’t think it was anything serious. Kids get sick, so they thought it was just the flu. But then the first child died, and more kids started getting sick, and that’s when we knew it was something serious,” he tells me.
We continue walking in silence as I process what he just told me. “Then it spread to the adults, right?” I ask.
“That’s right,” he confirms.
“But who got it first? Who is our patient X? Because that’s where I need to start if I want to get any answers,” I say.
“I’m not sure, but I’m sure the nurses at the clinic will know. The child is probably dead by now,” he tells me.
“Yes, that might be a problem. It would’ve been better if the child were still alive, but if the child is dead, I’m going to need you to get consent from the parents,” I tell him.
“For what exactly?” he asks.
“To exhume the body,” I tell him, and he immediately stops walking.
“You’re not serious, are you?” he asks.
“I know it’s going to be painful for them, I understand that, but it has to happen,” I reply.
“Why can’t you take samples from the kids in the clinic?” he asks, looking distressed.
“Because they probably don’t have the same disease as the first child who got it,” I try to explain.
“I don’t understand,” he says.
“A disease like this, one that targets its victims selectively, is extremely smart. It learns and adapts, which means for me to understand it and eventually cure it, I need to start from where it originated-from the first child who contracted it. I know none of this is easy for you, but if the child is dead, I’m going to need the body.”
-Lena’s pov-
“Okay then, hopefully the kid is still alive,” he says.
“Yeah, hopefully,” I reply, though I don’t say what’s really on my mind-that the kid is probably dead.
We continue walking, and I can feel his gaze on me. I know he has questions, but he better ask them outright because I’m not going to volunteer any answers.
“Can I ask you something?” he asks.
“It depends,” I reply.
“On what?” he asks.
“Does it have to do with work?” I inquire.
“No, it doesn’t,” he says.
“Then it’s about my personal life. You can ask, but I make no promises to answer,” I warn him.
“It’s about your children, actually. Is their father in the picture?” he asks.
I knew he was going to ask this, and I had already prepared my answer. “Yes, he is. He didn’t come with us because he has a big project at work, but he’ll visit them when he gets the chance,” I say, and the lie slips easily off my tongue.
I glance over at Leo to see his reaction, and he looks angry. But why would he be?
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