The Pack's Nemesis (Quirin's Story) novel Chapter 35

Kennedy

As I sit, I hear the doors to the hospital slide open. Thinking maybe it’s Quirin, I stay put. I’m not in the mood for a repeat of yesterday, but maybe we can finally talk about what I found on Tommy’s leg.

“Luna? There’s someone here to see you,” Deborah calls out.

I step out, seeing Emily and another warrior. He does not look happy to be here.

“Luna, could we talk to you please, in private?” Emily asks.

“Of course, come this way,” I say, leading them to one of the new rooms that I’ve set up.

“Oh, you got the new table you mentioned,” she

Says.

“I did. How can I help you?” I ask. The man is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Luna, this is my mate, Lane. I’ve asked him, well begged him really, to come see you,” she says, looking at her mate.

“What seems to be the problem, Lane.”

“There’s no problem, Luna,” he says.

“Lane, please!” Emily pleads.

He huffs, pushing off the wall. “It just needs more time to heal, Emily. Derion will heal the wound but the attack yesterday didn’t help.”

“Why don’t you have a seat and let me take a look,” I say.

He huffs again. “It’s on my thigh.”

“Okay, you can remove your pants and then lie down so I can take a look at it,” I tell him as I pull on some gloves. I also grah some swabs to check this wound for silver as well.

I look at the wound that looks partially healed. “You said you got this last night?” I ask, carefully looking at the wound.

When he doesn’t answer, I look up and see his lips are pressed tightly together. He refuses to make eye contact with me. When I look at Emily, she looks like she’s about to smack her mate.

“No, Luna. He got it last week. It’s from the attack on the day of your birthday, the day that our Alpha realized you were his mate.”

“You got this wound eight days ago and it hasn’t healed yet?” I ask.

He nods.

“How’s your wolf?”

“I’m strong, Luna,” Derion says.

“Then why aren’t you healing, Derion?”

“I’m… not sure,” he says, obviously uncomfortable that he’s unable to heal his human.

“He’s a great wolf. He’ll heal me eventually,” Lane says defensively.

“I didn’t say he wasn’t a great wolf. I’m sure he is,” I say, seeing something that catches my eye.

“I’m going to take a swab of this wound. Do you have any others?” I ask him.

“Yes,” he grumbles.

“Are they also from a week ago?” I ask.

“No, they’re from last night, two of them haven’t yet healed.”

“Let me swab those, too.” I take swabs of all three wounds then look at them.

“Wait here for me. I’ll be back in just a moment,” I say.

“Is everything okay, Luna?” Deborah asks me.

“Yes. Everything’s good, thank you.”

I go to the microscope and rub the swabs on the slides. All three have silver in them.

78%

I sit back again, thinking. This is the same family with silver in their body, but the father got the wounds during a battle and the pup got it playing on the playground.

‘Quirin, can you please come to the hospital?‘

‘Is everything okay?‘

‘Yes, but I need to speak with you,’ I tell him.

I swear I hear him sigh through the mind link. ‘Okay. I’ll be right there.

“That’s fine,” he says and I’m pretty sure he won’t even hiss as I scrape this open, raw wounds.

“Quirin,” I say, directing my attention to him. “Lane has a wound that isn’t healing.“I begin, but he cuts me off