“Well…” Bridget hesitated. Should they tell?
“The Luna of our former pack also liked to paint silver on her nails,” Phoebe explained. “Anyone who upset her was at risk of suffering at her hands so these kinds of wounds were pretty common. Bridget had the idea of creating a healing balm but the pack doctor thought it was a waste of time and refused to let her use the lab so we used my kitchen. My herb garden was also pretty extensive so it made a good place to experiment.”
“And it works?”
“Of course. It speeds healing and prevents scarring.”
Bridget nodded. “We had plenty of opportunities to test it, unfortunately.”
“Do you have proof?” Helen said.
“Well.. used it on Phoebes leg a couple days ago,” Bridget said. “She had been caught in a silver-laced trap.”
Everyone looked at Phoebe who leaned against Jason suddenly nervous.
“Luna? You were injured?” Helen asked.
Jason sucked in a breath, “She was. There was a rogue attack while I was at her former pack. The Rimrock pack used silver traps and Phoebe’s leg was caught in one.”
“I stitched them and used the balm before applying bandages,” Bridget said.
“I see. Luna, I think I should examine your injuries.”
“We should change the bandages too,” Bridget added.
Phoebe nodded. Taking the omega’s place she carefully rolled up the pants leg and sat back as Bridget carefully undid the wrapping and exposed the rather gruesome wounds. Jason squeezed her hand growling at the sight.
He bowed his head to hers not wanting to affect the doctor and nurse trying to help her.
“And these were inflicted by silver traps?” Helen asked.
“Is it bad?” Lucille asked biting her lip at the rather angry looking wounds that were still raw and healing.
“Actually I’ve never seen silver wounds heal so quickly. We can already remove these stitches, here and here. I don’t see any signs of infection or disease. There is very little redness. Despite how deep these are…they shouldn’t scar at all.” Helen picked up the canister of balm opening it and sniffing. “And you can make more?”
“As long as I have the ingredients,” Bridget nodded. “A few are hard to find in large quantities but most are common enough.”
“And your pack never applied for a patent?” Helen asked.
“We didn’t even think about it,” Bridget looked at Phoebe. “
We were just looking to help our fellow pack members.”
“And you made it yourselves..no help from anyone?” Norah asked.
Phoebe and Bridget nodded.
Helen and Norah looked at Jason with knowing gazes.
Much like with the human patent process, werewolves had their own. Whether a pack applied for one was at the discretion of the alpha and required rather extensive paperwork including a complete history of how the product was created and any testing that was done to prove its use and effectiveness. When it came to certain technological advances they could choose not to file and keep the technology secret. However if it was stolen or copied the pack could not seek legal compensation.
However, with medical advances that could benefit the whole of werewolf kind applying for a patent allowed a pack to make the discovery public as well as control production and distribution which would also net the pack a tidy profit depending on how the pack chose to market and sell it.
Every pack had their specialty. Blue Moon’s specialty was in security: data and physical. They had several computer security programs as well as offered trained security personnel for traveling dignitaries. Anyone would apply to the pack for a security detail but would also have to sign a waiver that if they engaged in activities against the packs standards protection was null and void.
Wolf packs operated outside human law adhering to their own moral standards, standards which could vary significantly from pack to pack. Treaties with human authorities granted packs the same legal rights as independent nations as well as ensuring friendly trade and fair conduct. Given Blue Moon’s ancient origins they were not only respected among wolf communities but treated as an authority by human officials as well which meant their services were highly sought after.
While Jason was proud of his pack’s extensive network they weren’t equipped to mass-produce a new healing balm. However, other packs certainly were and if a patent was approved they could make a deal with another pack to produce it. Profits for their pack would be less but it would mean the balm would be readily available for others to use.
“Bridget,” Jason said after a moment of thought, “I’m going to need a detailed history of exactly how the balm was made, ingredients and any results you have as proof. I’ll also need a signed statement proving you and Phoebe are the sole creators and your pack did not offer any assistance or facilities to aid in its creation. All right?”
“Yes, of course, Alpha,” Bridget nodded.
“So you want to apply for a patent?” Norah asked.
“This is far too important to keep secret and I know Alpha Reed will be interested in a partnership.”
Norah nodded pleased with her son’s decision. Their packs would share profits with the Harvest Moon handling the manufacturing and distribution. Such an arrangement would ensure the balm was readily available to all werewolves. It would be a win-win for everyone concerned.
“Well, that’s all fine and good but it can wait,” Lucille announced. “I thought we were going shopping.”
Jason growled.
“Now, Jason,” Norah gently admonished. “Phoebe is going to need a gown for her Luna Ceremony. The next full moon is not far off and as it happens it will be a Blue Moon at that.”
Jason was ready to argue but the thought of Phoebe in a gown under the light of a full moon made him pause. That was right. She needed a proper Luna Ceremony where she would be officially acknowledged as Blue Moon’s co-leader.
It was important not only for her but the pack. Afterwards they would shift to lead the pack on a moonlit run. He would finally see her wolf if they could coax it out by then.
“Jason?”
“All right,” he sighed. “But you’ll have a full escort.”
“Full!” Lucille cried out indignantly.
Jason glared at her in warning.
“Oh, fine. More hands to carry our bags, I guess.”
“That’s not the purpose of an escort,” Jason growled even as Bridget applied balm and rewrapped Phoebe’s leg after the doctor finished her examination.
By the time they were done and Phoebe was on her feet it had been decided. Norah and Lucille would take Phoebe, Bridget and the pups shopping in Juneau with a full escort of security personnel led by Ben. Jason would settled for nothing less.
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