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Mischa’s POV
I sat by Patrick’s bed in the hospital, the sunrise moving shafts of light over the sheets on his bed. I hadn’t had a bit of sleep; my parents and I had arrived at the hospital shortly after the ambulances did, and only a short time ago had been allowed to see him. The hours of surgery had put the rest of his body back together, and the CT scan of his head showed no brain injury. He needed to rest and fight off infection. The next day would be key.
“They don’t know half of the injuries he had,” my father told me as he sat next to me. Konstantin was n the next room, he was in just as bad a shape.
Patrick’s body had been ripped open by the blast, only the Kevlar vest and helmet had kept him from losing his life. “Polina used large bolts and pieces of metal as shrapnel in the bomb she set by the door. The doctor told me that when they got to him, his right arm was nearly severed near the shoulder. Only Jessie’s healing powers saved his arm. Now you can’t even see a scar.” There were plenty of other wounds and bandages on his body. “She saved his life, Konstantin’s as well, but she only had so much she could do before her energy was gone.”
“How is she?”
“Still unconscious. Alpha Stan said it could take hours, even days for her to wake up, but at least the baby seems to be fine. This has happened before; she exhausted her body with her magic.” Patrick had told me about what happened during the attack on the Pack, and why she wasn’t supposed to use her magic while pregnant. As much as I appreciated what she did, I don’t know if I’d be able to face her if she had lost her pup. “Javier had her moved to a hotel, the Pack House won’t be available to us for several more days. The bomb squad guys said they are removing almost two hundred kilos of military-grade plastic explosive. She had the support columns rigged to blow; it would have collapsed the building from the inside out. Your mate is a hero, Mischa. There were still two dozen people in the building when they stopped her. Thank Luna only seven people died.”
I looked at my Patrick, bandages soaked in blood, his face pale, tubes in his body and monitors counting out the beats of his heart. “I can’t lose him, Dad. Not now.”
“You won’t lose him, but you need to be strong for him. It could be a long recovery, and some things might never come back. Doc says he has no idea how effective Jessie’s healing was on his shoulder. He might not have use of it again.”
“He will get better. I need to keep telling myself that.”
He hugged me, then pulled me to my feet. “I’ll watch him, you go get something to eat and freshen up and give your Mom a break, she’s in with your brother.”
“Let me know if anything changes,” I said with a sigh.
“Of course.”
I hugged him, then went down to the cafeteria and ordered something remarkable only for its lack of taste. I was upstairs in fifteen minutes, this time going to my brother’s room. His large body, so full of life and power before, looked pale and helpless on the bed. My mother looked up when I opened the door. “Mischa,” she said as she tried to put on a brave face and failed.
“How is he doing?”
“He lost a lot of blood, and the doctors say the injuries are severe. It could have been worse, though.”
“Did Jessie’s healing save his leg?”
“We won’t know if any permanent damage will be left until he wakes, but he has a chance. Your brother is strong, he will come back from this.”
I sat in the chair next to her. “Dad says you need to eat and freshen up, I’ll watch him while you’re gone.”
She was tired, she had been up all night. “All right, but just a few minutes.”
I watched her leave, and a minute later the door opened again and a haggard-looking Alpha Javier came in. “Alpha,” I said as I got to my feet and bowed my head slightly. “Have you slept?”
“Have any of us?” He came in and stood by the bedside, he put his hand on Konstantin’s large hand, avoiding the IV line. “He is doing well?”
“The doctors did what they could,” I said.
“And I can do more now,” a voice came from the doorway. I turned and gasped as I saw Jessie, walking in with Alpha Stan.
“JESSIE!” I ran over and hugged her as she stood there, her arms wrapping around me. “Thank you.” I looked up into her eyes, I owed her so much.
“I just did what I could for my friends,” she said. “My Alpha is here to make sure I don’t overdo things again, but I want to use a little power to help him along. Until he can be transferred to a Pack facility, I can’t do more,” she said as she stepped back from the hug.
“Anything you can do to help would be great,” I said. “I just want them back.”
She moved next to the bed, looking at his skull which was wrapped in gauze. She placed hands on both sides of his face, and a faint glow appeared on her hands. I watched until she let go, the monitor showing improvement in his blood pressure as she stepped back. “Come on, let’s go see Patrick,” she said.
“Can you heal him?”
She took my hand and led me out of the room. “My power healed my own body after the car bomb, remember? I have even more now, and I know better how to use it. He’s going to be all right,” she said.
“What about your John?”
“He’s still out cold, the magic exhaustion was bad for me the first time too. He must have gotten powers from me when we mated, because he healed on his own while I was out.” We had reached Patrick’s room. “Come on, let’s fix some shit.”
I had hope again.
Jessie’s POV
Three Days Later
“Miss Jessie, are you going to leave us too?”
I looked down at the little girl who was hugging my leg and smiled. Picking her up, I carried her back to a chair in the Pack daycare and set her in my lap. “You want me to stay with you,” I asked as she buried her face in my shoulder.
“You nice,” she said. “Momma said you Luna soon.”
I patted her back, looking around at the other three and four-year-olds in the room. The police had kept us out of our Pack House for thirty hours after the attempted murder of the entire Moscow pack and guests. The children were mostly ignorant of what had happened, the staff and their parents trying to keep things as normal as possible. The youngest slept through it all. We were all relieved when we could move back in and get things back to normal.
“She will be a Luna if she wants to be,” John said as he crawled over to me, but I could barely see him. The boys in the room decided to wolf pile him, but he was too strong to bring down, so they were hanging on to his arms, legs and shirt. “This country is all new to her, she grew up in America just like I grew up in Scotland.”
“I do love you all,” I said as I set the girl down. “But, you need to learn how to take down a big strong Alpha.”
“Can you teach us?”
“When strength fails,” I said as I got down on my hands and knees, “пощекотать его (tickle him!)” The children squealed and started tickling his stomach, one even pulled a shoe off to go after his feet. I joined in, and soon the little Pack of young boys and girls had John rolling on his back begging for mercy.
“Call them off!”
I just tickled him harder. “They love you and they are having fun with their Alpha.”
“I’m not their Alpha… yet.”
“I’m finding it really hard to not be their Luna.” I raised my hands above my head and let out a victory howl, the other children joining me as they danced around their fallen prey.
“Children, time for class,” Katya Semulskaya said as she came back into the room. The children groaned in disappointment but got up and went back to the tables as their teacher took control again. “Thank you for watching them,” she said as I gave her a hug.
“You’re the best, and I love being with the pups,” I said as I moved my hand over my belly. “I can’t wait until our little ones are in your class.”
Her eyes got wide, I hadn’t said anything official yet and this slip-up did not go unnoticed. Katya was about my age and unmated. We had bonded quickly during our visit and I considered her a friend. I was already plotting to bring her to America so she could look for her mate there; Alpha Yuri hadn’t let the lower-ranked women seek out mates because he might lose them if their mates were equal or higher rank. “I look forward to that,” she said as I let her go and turned for the door.
“Goodbye for now, little ones,” John said. “We are leaving for Kstovo for a few days, then we will be back.”
“Be good little boys and girls and maybe I’ll bring something back for you,” I said. They all said goodbye as John pulled me through the door. As soon as we were alone in the hallway, he pulled me into his chest and I wrapped my arms around them. “Sorry,” I said. “I haven’t even talked to you about this yet.”
“You’re the Alpha Female, and it’s your blood right if you want this Pack,” he said. “You would get no argument from me if you decide to take the spot, I like it here. I think you and our baby could be happy here.” He kissed my head as the tears started to flow. “I want us to get married back in Minnesota, though. We can have another party here, if and when we take the Alpha position. I want all our friends to have a chance to celebrate.”
“I can’t say anything now, we haven’t even sent off the dead yet.” The seven men killed in the attack on Polina had not been released to their families by the coroner, since they were part of an open investigation. We planned to burn their bodies in three nights, giving us just enough time for this trip.
Polina’s body had been positively identified, and we had turned over edited video recordings showing her entering the Pack House with the explosives. The camera had been “compromised” but our security team was able to identify her as leaving via the freight elevator. The police had tracked the explosives to an Army Colonel who turned out to have extensive black market dealings. The only loose end was Elizaveta Klimova; she now had a warrant out for her arrest, since the video showed her ‘search’ and we blamed the missing video on her. The police could search, but they would never find her. She was already in Bavaria, at the European Council Headquarters, and we would not be giving her over.
“Come on, we have a few things to do and the car will be ready soon.” I took his hand and we went to the clinic. Ivan Ivanov, the security officer who had lost both legs and an arm in the blast and barely survived, was lying in a bed with the monitors on. “How is he,” John asked the nurse.
“Better since your help this morning,” she said. “He was awake and talking an hour ago.”
“He’s already asking when he can go back to work,” Sashenka said. Ivan was an orphan, but his fellow wolves in the security force weren’t about to leave him alone. One of them had been with him since he left surgery in the human hospital.All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.
“I wish I could have done more for him,” I said. I had used my magic to reduce the swelling in his brain, heal the wounds and reduce his pain, but I couldn’t bring back his limbs. I laid my hands on his head, and they began to glow as I sent more healing power in. When the glow stopped, I pulled back my hands. “That’s all for now, he just needs to rest.”
“Thank you, Luna,” Sashenka said.
I gave Ivan a kiss on the forehead, then gave him a hug. “Stay strong for him,” I said. “When he is ready, I will take him to the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota and get him the best prosthetics we can. He will walk again.” John led me out and we stopped next at the Alpha offices to let them know we were leaving. Luna Abrianna was swamped with the preparations for the funerals, while Alpha Javier was busy with the aftermath. The whole Pack was unsettled. “I’m sorry we have to leave, but my friends need us,” I said.