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the patrols say, just as I hear a horn honking and tires screeching to a stop outside.
“PREPARE FOR SURGERY!” I say to Noelle and Piper as Anna comes rushing up with a gurney. We push it outside as Henry opens the passenger door. The smell of blood is so strong that it makes my stomach turn. I swallow the bile in my throat and force myself to focus.
Henry picks up Quirin and lays him on the gurney. There’s blood everywhere.
“What happened?” I ask as Anna pushes the gurney inside while I begin looking over Quirin.
“We were clearing out his pack lands. He turned eighteen and he wants to retake his father’s old lands. We were busy clearing the brush and it was so tall. We were talking and not paying attention and we flushed a mother bear out of her den. She came at me and Quirin pushed me out of the way and took the brunt of her attack. I was able to get her away from him, but…”
But the bear left huge, gaping gashes all over Quirin’s body.
“Why isn’t he healing?” I ask Henry.
“He has healed some. That bear nearly mauled him to death. He’s only alive because of his wolf but I think his wolf is fading,” Henry says.
As we roll him into the room, I take his face in my hands. “Alpha Quirin!
Alpha Quirin, can you hear me?” I say to him.
His eyes turn to look at me, but he doesn’t respond. While Noelle and Piper get him hooked up and ready for surgery, I put my face close to his.
“I have one rule, Alpha. No one dies in my hospital. If you come in with a heartbeat, you walk out of here. Do you hear me Alpha Quirin?” I ask him.
When he doesn’t answer, I growl at him. I’ve never ever lost anyone in my hospital, and I don’t intend to lose someone now.
“Do not think that I won’t follow you into the Moon Goddess’ realm and drag your sorry Alpha ass back down here, Quirin. Do you understand me? You do not die in my hospital! Tell me you hear me and you understand,” I growl.
“Yes, Luna,” he says, his voice is barely a whisper, but he answered, and I’ll take it.
I have no idea how long I’m in surgery. Quirin’s body looked like it had been shredded. If his wolf healed him, I can’t imagine what he looked like before Henry got him to me. Noelle and I had traded off, with me stitching up his organs that had been ripped apart while she closed up the large gashes in his arms and legs. When we finally put in the last stitch, I drop my head, exhausted, but pleased that Quirin’s heart is still beating, and his pulse is steady, if weak.
I hear clapping nearby and I look up. In the observation room, every student that is in our teaching hospital is watching. But I also see Warren, Harold, Farrah, Henry, Savannah, Franklin and many others from their pack. Harold and Farrah had become something like surrogate parents to Quirin, especially after his mother passed away. I can see the concern on their faces, the same concern that I know would be on mine if this were my child.
I step out into the hallway, pulling off my gloves and scrubs as I go. My mate, always there when I need him, walks up to me and scoops me into his arms.
“I’ve got you, beautiful. You did a great job today. You saved that kid’s life.”
Harold, Farrah, and Henry all walk out of the observation room, thanking me and asking if they can stay with Quirin so he’s not alone. I nod, knowing that having family nearby will help him and his wolf to heal.
“He’ll need to stay for several days,” I tell them.
“T’l make sure he doesn’t fight you on that,” Harold says, before following Henry and Farrah into the room.
“Time for you to get some sleep, my love,” Warren says, carrying me out of the hospital.
I’m asleep before we get to the packhouse.
One Year Later.
Quirin.
“Come on, Quirin! You can punch harder than that,” Henry, my best friend and closest thing that I have to a brother, says to me.
“It’s your birthday, Henry. I don’t want to make you cry before we celebrate your big day,” I taunt.
Where Henry is a shining star of happiness, I’m a black cloud of anger.
Being around him helps to keep the darkness at bay, but no one can remove the darkness that has consumed me since the day that I watched my father die.
I had planned my revenge on Alpha Warren for years, had intended to take everything that he loved from him. But all that changed a year ago when his mate saved my life. Not only had she saved my life, she’d insisted that I live. She, like Henry, had a bright golden light that shines around her. She’d taken my face in her hands and told me that I wasn’t allowed to die. I had been ready to die, ready to give up the grief that I’ve held so deep in my heart, but she wouldn’t allow it. How that woman saved my life is beyond me.
She had cared for me while I was in her hospital and while I hate her mate, I can understand why my father wanted Luna Yara as a mate. He would have fallen in love with her. I know he would have because a part of me did as well.
After months of Alpha Harold asking me to let Alpha Warren tell me what really happened and why he’d killed my father, I’d sat quietly and listened to what the man had to say. Nothing that he said changed my feelings toward him though. It was L una Yara that made the difference in me with her gentle kindness and loving soul.
While I call Henry brother, I never could bring myself to call Alpha Harold father or dad. However, once my mother died, basically giving up on life because she could no longer be a Luna, I found myself drawn to Luna Farrah. She, like me, has suffered loss. She understands the darkness inside me more than Alpha Harold. They’ve both been wonderful role models for me and while my father was a very different kind of leader than Alpha Harold, Harold has taught me a lot about what it takes to run a pack.
Before I turned eighteen, he’d pulled me aside and told me that he’d put the deed to my father’s pack lands in his safe. He’d kept it there for me and when I’d turned eighteen, I’d returned to the place where my father had raised me. Henry had insisted on coming with me, wanting to make sure that I wasn’t alone and probably to make sure that I didn’t walk out of his life never to return. I might have, except I really like the warm glow he brings to my life. And if I’m honest, I do love him like a brother. It’s why I was willing to give my life to save his. That bear, the one that almost killed me, was going after him. I couldn’t let that bear or anyone else snuff out the light inside him. He’s a good person, too good to die so young. But I’m not. I’m full of anger and hate, destined to live my life alone.
When we’d walked into the packhouse, it was like déjà vu. Al of my memories of growing up here had flooded back to me. I’d walked to my father’s office and sat in the chair that was dusty and creaky from years of sitting idle.
Henry had helped me to go through everything and the biggest shock of all, was my father’s finances. He’d made sure that I would be set for life.
The pack was wealthy before he died, but since his death, even with no one managing the account, the money had multiplied. It was enough for me to begin cleaning up the packhouse and the pack lands. For what, I wasn’t sure at the time, but I just knew that an Alpha needs a place to have his pack.
So, for the last year, minus the time that I was recovering, I’ve been cleaning out the packhouse and pack lands. That’s when the rogues started to approach me. Moms with young pups needed a place to live.
They were desperate and willing to do just about anything to have a secure place for themselves and their pups. There weren’t a lot of them, but over the last year, my pack of one has grown to a pack of twenty- five. It’s a start.
“Are you even trying Quirin?” Henry goads me. He’s a good fighter, but I’m better. The difference is, I don’t mind hurting people, he does.
However, I don’t want to hurt him. There are very few people in this world that I care about, and Henry is at the top of that very short list.
Sometimes I feel like I’m much older than he is, like the darkness in me has aged me somehow. And, since it is his birthday, I give him the gift of defeating me.
“YES!” he says, dancing around like a prize fighter where I’m lying on the ground.
“You’re utterly ridiculous,” I say, sitting up. “Come on. I need to shower before your party.”
He puts his hand out and helps me up. As we walk in, Luna Farrah puts her hand on my arm. When Henry is a few steps away, she looks at me.
“I saw what you did.”