I rushed through the hospital doors, my heart racing, my mind full of worry for the man I had begun to grow some sort of affection for. My eyes settled on one of the pack doctors, and I smiled politely, hoping they could help me. “Hi, is Harley here?” I asked.“The warrior that was brought in?” he asked me, and I nodded, fearful he was about to tell me the worst. “Second floor, though I think he is still in the theater, but his parents are there.”“Is he okay?” I asked.“I can’t share any information, I am afraid, but I am sure if you speak with his parents they may be able to update you.” the doctor nodded toward me, before walking further along the corridor. I assumed in doing so, he was telling me he was done talking to me. So, I turned around and made my way to the stairs and tried to gather some composure to talk to Harley’s parents. I don’t even think I know them. I mean, yes, we are all from the same pack, but it doesn’t mean I pay attention to every family here. At social eve
Office work was becoming repetitive for me today. But, I had already done the pack training and been out for a run, so I had delayed my paperwork for as long as I think I possibly could. Poor Eden was suffering terribly now with the later stages of pregnancy, so Caleb was having to tend to her a little more than we would have expected at this stage. So, additional duties have fallen to me. Not that I minded particularly much as it kept my mind busy. And, I have to admit, I found it somewhat amusing watching Eden give her mate holy hell for the slightest thing, because it seemed him making her pregnant meant he was somehow to blame now for every little thing that inconvenienced her, or simply irritated her. And watching Caleb trying to steer his way around the ticking timebomb that was his mate and wife was like a comedy show in itself...But additional paperwork was such a drag. After so long, numbers began to blend into one another. And I am sure they began to move about the page too
I stepped through the doors of the packhouse. Harley had not left my mind since I left the hospital, but I knew I must focus my mind, ready to speak to my Dad. I walked down the empty corridors my stomach already churning at the conversation I knew lay ahead. I turned down the corridor to my left which leads to where the offices are. Strangely, despite the time of day, there are very few people within the packhouse.Just as I am walking down the corridor, my phone rings, and I quickly take it out of my pocket. “Hello?” I answer quickly, not recognizing the number and suddenly panicking, thinking it could be something to do with Harley, despite the fact that, logically, I know anyone linked to Harley is within pack and would mindlink me if they needed to contact me.“Bailey?” the voice greeted me, and I realized immediately it sounded an awful lot like Luna Eden.“Yes.” I replied, beginning to wonder if it was in fact the Luna calling for a response on the job role. I thought they may
I watched my Dad as his fist flew toward the wall of his office as he raged in anger. I had literally just told him a portion of the things that had happened. The main thing being that Miles had rejected me. “Dad, please calm down!” I begged him, knowing I could not risk my Uncle, the Alpha, hearing and coming in. I did not want all of this to get out, not yet anyway.We needed to decide what should be done. We needed to decide what was the safest thing to do. I think the safer thing for Harley, as hard as it is for me to admit, is for him to stay away from me. I hate that he got hurt because of me, but the more I think about it, the more I know that that is what happened. Once I had finished speaking to my Dad, and before I went back to the hospital to see how Harley was, I planned to mindlink Miles to demand answers.“Bailey, he rejected his mate!” my Dad snapped. “That is not allowed for an Alpha! He hurt you, Bailey. My little girl!” he growls angrily, and again the irony hits me
I had been looking for this girl all day. She was like hunting for fucking gold. I thought I had found her when I got told by the doctors she had arrived at the hospital, but by the time I had got away from Miles and reached the hospital, Harley’s parents told me she had left. Telling them she needed some time because she was struggling.Struggling with what exactly I am not sure. I am sure as hell that his parents were struggling a whole lot more. Their son mauled by my older brother to within an inch of his life… not that they knew that part of the story… oh no. I was under strict orders to depict a tale of a rogue attack. Us having been on a run together and finding him. In truth, Miles would not tell me what he was doing there, likely running off his temper like he so often did. His temper was beyond control at the best of times. But, I had been out for my usual training run, and had caught the scent of blood.It wasn’t a small amount either, making me concerned, because neither
I eyed Ellis suspiciously. Why was he here? Turning up unannounced, and just walking in the way he had had irritated me. Yet, his appearance made no sense. Why would he need to talk? He had evidently been involved somehow with how Harley had ended up in the hospital. From the things I heard while sitting with his parents, it had been Ellis telling the doctors of the rogue attack. But, at the same time, had it not been for Ellis, Harley would not have got to the hospital, and he would have bled out in the forest somewhere. That is the part that confuses me.“Sit down then son.” My Dad says, acting perfectly normally with Ellis, a boy he considers his nephew. His best friend's son. A boy he has seen grow up from the day he was born. The same as Miles. The benefit of being best friends with the Alpha, I suppose.“Thanks Uncle Donovan.” Ellis drops himself onto one of the chairs. “I am guessing I have disturbed you?” he looks between the two of us, a little uncomfortably, clearly aware of
My Dad decided to walk back to the house with me, terrified for my safety after what had happened to Harley earlier, but I had yet to visit Harley at the hospital, so I had to inform my Dad the moment I was done visiting him. So, I walked through the doors of the ICU department, to be greeted by Harley's parents, embraced in one another’s arms outside the room where I was sure I had left them earlier with Harley. Why were they outside his room? Why were they not in there with their son? My head began to pound, as did my heart.My mind spun with the many possibilities. My Dad said he had spoken to the hospital… that everything was okay… even that Harley was in and out of consciousness… so why did this look like something had gone wrong? My heart clenched at the thought of losing Harley…I didn’t know if I should leave them in private. Maybe I should not be here right now… but as I was about to turn and walk away, Harley’s Dad looked up and caught sight of me. “Ah Bailey, you came back!
After giving Harley a hug, and fighting tears, I walked from the hospital to find my Dad waiting for me just as he had promised. Leaning against the walls of the pack hospital, taking the moment to enjoy a chance to relax, basking in the late afternoon sunshine. He must have heard me approaching as his head turned to look at me the moment I moved down the steps, and I watched as his eyes darted across mine, taking in my tear-filled eyes, and his face filled with concern. “Is he okay?”I assume he had jumped to the conclusion he had passed away or something along those lines with me battling tears. I simply nodded. Not feeling up to elaborating on everything I had just discussed with Harley. It had been difficult enough the first time. I did not need to go over it again with my Dad, because he would want to analyze it too, and I most definitely did not nhave the energy for that.“We going home?” I asked.“Well, I am walking my little girl home, yes, but I do have to head back to the o