VIOLETS POV The next week went by with a slick tension in the air. I talked to Dad about Marian, and heâd agreed to get to B***d Moon as soon as possible. Within three hours, she was in the back of an SUV with a couple of his guys, thanking me tearfully, and profusely. I felt better seeing her leave the place that held memories of terror and horror for her. It was a kind of relief to know she would be safe from here on out. An even bigger relief to know the man responsible for her suffering was rotting.
Greg and I had drawn up several informed and detailed plans for the fields, and even a location for the future factory. Weâd been informed that one field, at the South end of the pack, was now unusable due to heavy rain and flooding for so long. The area was big enough, and with some work, it would make the perfect spot. And it was easily accessible to the pack. We agreed to come back to the flooding issue when plans for construction were being made. Greg was gathering his old friends, their sons and daughters, and anyone else who wanted to work in the fields. Dad had special ordered all the machinery they would need; At this rate, theyâd be back to work in a couple days.
The issue we were facing now was our ruling on the packhouse. After talking to the girls who worked here, and the pack members who used to work here, there wasnât a lot of positivity towards the place. The only one who seemed happy to be here still was Stacy, and I was starting to question her sanity. According to everyone else, the house was generally, and always had been, an unpleasant environment. Girls would be verbally and sometimes physically assaulted by Anne, while being harrassed by Warrick when she wasnât around. A few of the girls had had affairs with his âfriendsâ, who were all mated men. Interestingly enough, Kettler wasnât one of them. Or at least, none of the girls had admitted to it. Either way, it made my outlook on him slightly brighter.
In fact, I was off to see him this morning for a follow up appointment about the twins. As much as I wished it was my Mom, I wasnât going to ask her to come all the way out here for one appointment.
âIâll come to the next one, I promise.â Jasper was still apologizing.
âJasper, I told you, itâs fine. I know some women get worked up about this, but Iâm not. As long as youâre in the delivery room, thatâs all I care about.â
âI know, you said. But I want to come. Thereâs just so much I have to do today.â He g*****d.
âI know. And Dad is leaving today. You still have to officially sign the alliance contract, and then get down to the Masons place, and then over the Listowels, and didnât you have another family?â
âThe Piers. And after that, I have to go check on all the materials your Dad ordered for the rebuilds, sign off on themâ¦â
I put my hand on his cheek. âItâs a big job. Iâm a little overwhelmed myself. But weâll fall into step soon. Like Dad and Uncle Ben said, usually an Alpha doesnât have this much choas when he takes over. Itâs a unique situation.â
âI keep telling myself that. Weâre making prgress, little by little. I canât wait to see the end result. The new, and better Silver Moon.â
âMe too. I have to go. I love you.â
âI love you too. I want ultrasound pictures.â
âIâll be sure to remind them.â
We shared a k**s, and then I was out the door. As of right now, we were still in that horrid room downstairs, and I was always glad when I left it. I swung by the kitchen, grabbing a cream cheese bagel before I made my way out. King had instructed me earlier on the directions to the pack hospital, it wasnât far. However, it would be my first time seeing it in person. It was the opposite direction from the Hall, perhaps Iâd seen it when weâd first arrived and didnât notice. My mind wasnât focused on that though; I had a different agenda today, aside from the welfare of my babies.
âTwo-twenty threeâ¦.two-twenty fiveâ¦â I counted the address numbers as I walked until I was standing in front the hospital. I blinked, confused. This couldnât be it.
The building in front of me looked like any run down house on the street. Old red-brick, with vines growing carelessly and lazily up the isdes and front. The lawn was slightly overgrown, and one window had a hole in the bottom corner, reminding me of the time Iâd accidentally thrown a baseball through the window of our packhouse. The roof was in bad shape, desperatly in need of repair, and the stone porch and steps were absurdly cracked and chipped. It was a wonder nobody had an injury just trying to walk up to the door.
Mindful of this, I tread carefully, knocking on a worn brown door that had the paint peeling away. Everything about the place was falling apart!
âOh.â
Looking up, I was face to face with Kettler. Today, his hair was tied back into a ponytail, and he wore the standard white coat of a Doctor. He also didnât look particularly happy to see me.
âIâm here for my appointmentâ¦â I said.
âCome on.â He replied gruffly.
I stepped inside akwardly, looking around. The inside wasnât much better than the outside; Faded yellow walls, a narrow hallway with a dirty rug, and some plants that gave an weak impression that someone was trying to keep the place up. I frowned.
âIn here.â Kettler stood beside an open door. I nodded as I passed him. The room seemed generally clean enough, but nowhere near where it should be. I took off my jacket, hanging on the back of the patient chair.
âIâll need to open a new file for you.â He sat down at a desk, starting to click around on the computer there. âYou can take a seat.â
âAlright.â
âIâll need your full name, birthday, rank. And I would appreciate a phone number to your old hospital so they can send me your medical history.â
I gave him all the generic details about myself, noting that Ashwell had been correct in his assessment of Kettler atittude. The whole time he typed away on the keyboard, he never looked at me. Anytime he asked me something, it was quick, to the point, but not friendly.
âAnything I should know about your past? Any substantial injuries?â
âUhm⦠I fell out of a tree when I was four?â
His l*p twitched slightly. âHow bad was the fall?â
âI broke my arm.â I shrugged.
He entered the information, sliding his chair back. âWe can begin now.â
I tried very hard not to roll my eyes as I stood and walked around him to the bed. I laid down, placing my hands at my sides. Kettler stared at me, visibly hesitating.
âIs there a problem?â I asked.
âNo.â He snapped. I watched him walk to a small sink that was, like everything else here, rather unhygenic looking. Even after heâd put the gloves on, I wasnât sure how clean his hands really were. Wheeling the machine he needed out from the head of the bed, he finally looked me in the face. âAny idea how far along you are?â
âMy Mom said a few weeks before we came here.â
âYour Mom?â
âSheâs the head Doc at B***d Moon.â
âFigures.â He muttered. Louder he said, âSo you donât know the genders yet?â
I shook my head.
âAlright. Can you lift your shirt, and place this towel down?â He hadnât me what was essentially a rag. With holes. I raised my eyebrows at him and he scoffed. âI know itâs not as fancy as youâre used to-â
âIâll pass on the towel.â I interrupted him.
âFine.â
I lifted my shirt to reveal my abdomen and he applied the gel. It was ice-cold, making me jump a little. However, when he put the ultrasound wand on my stomach, I focused on my gut feeling, my instincts. Mom and Dad always told us to trust our instincts, especially when it came to people. And to trust our wolves.
âWhat do you think?â I asked Hala.
âI donât like him.â
âReally?â
âHis attitude sucks, and heâs an a*****e.â She huffed. âBut I donât feel the need to rip his head off. Yet, anyways.â
âI get it. Iâm not uncomfortable, not really.â
âAs long as his focus his on our pups.â
âAhem!â
Turning my head, Kettler was frowning deeply at me.
âWhat?â
âI asked you a question.â
âOh. I was talking to my wolf, sorry.â
âWas it important?â
I shrugged. âShe called you an a*****e.â
He paused. âIs that so?â
âYup. What did you ask me?â
His lips pressed into a line. âI asked if you wanted to know the genders today.â
âYou can tell that?â
âObviously, or I wouldnât be asking.â
âYes, please. But first I want to know how they look. Are they healthy?â
He looked back at the screen. âAppears so. Baby B is very active.â
âCanâ¦Can I see?â
He turned the monitor without answering. My mouth fell slack. They were so different! Last time I saw them, they were little dots, barely resembling anything. Now, I could make out limbs, heads, even a tiny little foot! Kettler pointed to the screen in two spots.
âThese are the heartbeats. Both look good, normal.â
The twin on the right started moving, appearing to be jumping around. I laughed, wathcing my baby play in the womb. How amazing they were already!
âThe genders?â
He adjusted the wand on my skin. âBaby A⦠is a boy.â He stated.
My heart flipped. I was having a boy.
âAnd Baby Bâ¦â He moved the wand to other side of my stomach. Adjusted it. And then again. âStop moving little oneâ¦â
I was amazed to hear Kettlers voice so soft, almost kind when he said that. After a few minutes, he sighed.
âTry turning on your side. Sometimes that settles them down enough.â
I did as he instructed.
âAh. Baby B⦠is also a boy.â
I gasped. Identical boys!
âOh Goddess.â
âNot what you wanted?â
I shook my head. âI donât care what they are, as long as theyâre healthy. Justâ¦. boys. Wow. Mom said boys were easier than girls though.â
âI wouldnât know, I only have girls.â
âCan you print off a couple pictures for me? For Jasper?â
âSure.â
This time I took the towel to clean off the gel while he went through the stills heâd taken and printed some out. He handed them to me, leaning back while I looked them over, smiling widely.
âThese are adorable. Thank you.â
âWeâll need to schedule another appointment, in two weeks.â
âOkay.â
He stood, but I called out to him. âKettler, wait.â
He half turned back. âI prefer Dr. Kettler in the hospital.â
âRight, sure. I think we should talk.â
âAbout?â
âThe hospital.â I said, as if it should be obvious.
He let out a breath. âI thought about what you said, about new equipment. Itâs a generous offer, but honestly, Iâll have to decline. We donât have the room.â
He sounded so defeated, so angry. Given the state of the place, I could understand why.
âThat offer still stands.â I said.
âDidnât you hear? We donât have the room.â
âAlright.â
âIâll need your full name, birthday, rank. And I would appreciate a phone number to your old hospital so they can send me your medical history.â
âWell, not here, no.â
He swung around, fully facing me. âWhat does that mean? You expect me store it somewhere else?â
âYeah. Like at a new hospital.â I crossed my arms.
He blinked slowly. Opened his mouth. Closed it. Finally, he shook his head, running his hand down his face.
âWhat am I supposed to say to that?â
âYouâre supposed to say yes.â
âWhat are you even talking about? Are you sayingâ¦what? You want to move the hospital?â
âMore like I want to build a new one.â
He laughed. Hard, enough that he doubled over.
âYou and that mate of yoursâ¦â He gasped. âAbsolutely crazy!â Kettler straightened, a new glint in his eyes. Like someone who wanted to hope, but was too afraid to.
âWhat is so crazy about it? This place is obviosly in no shape anymore for a medical practice. How rusted is that sink?â I jerked my chin towards it.
âAlmost to the point of falling apart at the touch.â He smirked. âThe roof has holes that open into two of the rooms, so they are unsuable. The Head Doctor barely comes in because the state of things here is so poor. The floors are garbage, the walls probably have mold behind them, and yesterday, I chased a rat out with a broom.â
âIf thatâs the case, then why are you so against the idea of a new building?â I asked curiously.
âDo you know how many times I talked to Warrick?â He sneered. âHow many times I told him about the roof before it finally gave way? That we needed updated equipment, a new paint job, new computers? I begged him to do something. At one point I begged him to relocate us to a more suitable place.â He took a step in my direction. âNothing ever happened. I stayed loyal to that mutt for years on the promise that something would get done! And then he dies, and you walk in, wanting , not to relocate, but you build a new hospital.â
âI donât see whatâs so unbelievable about that. My Dad-â
âThatâs right. Your Dad is going to pay for it.â He sank into his chair, glaring at me. âAnd whatâs the plan for that huh? You know it has to be paid back. You know a cost like that will carry over well into your childrens lives. Maybe even your grandchildren. You and your mate want to rebuild Silver Moon on someone elses dime. You think youâre helping us, but youâre only putting us into debt with a pack that could wipe us off the planet in an instant if we fail to repay!â
Pursing my lips, I thought his words over. It was understandable he would worry about that, and I wondered how many others thought the same. But they didnât know B***d Moon, didnât know my family. How could they know they didnât have anything to worry about if tehyâd never met them? Moreso, how could I address that issue with pack members, and reassure them? I supposed Iâd have to try with Kettler first.
âMy family wouldnât do that to you.â I said.
âYes, Iâm sure the Heartless Alpha is just pining to help out a poor pack without any hidden agenda!â
âHe isnât like that anymore.â I argued calmly. âNot for a long time. Not since he accepted my Mom. He would never put so much into helping someone only to take it away like that. If a problem occurred, his first thought would be to find a solution, not to wipe out Silver Moon.â I walked back to my seat, plopping down.
âI can only apologize for the way you were treated before. I canât change the past. But I can help you now, and in the future. This place⦠this isnât suitable for anyone. My Mom would definitely agree, being the Head Doctor at B***d Moon. And I know for a fact that she would murder my Dad if he ever even thought about taking a hospital away from a pack. And believe me, if you should fear anyone, itâs her.â
âReally?â He mocked.
âEver heard of a Mother Wolf?â His eyes widened.
âWait⦠So thatâs true? The Luna of B***d Moon really is a Mother Wolf?â
I smirked. âYou can ask Anne if you donât believe me. I heard Mom shifted when she wouldnât leave after the challenge.â
His eyes were now the size of dinner plates. âAre youâ¦?â
âNo. Though I am quite large. Or Hala is, rather.â
I swear he exhaled in relief, and I chuckled. Then I leaned forward in my seat.
âWe donât have to be enemies Kettler. I donât make empty promises. If youâre willing to work with me, I really can help you.â
He stared at me for a while. I never budged, showing him I was totally serious. Eventually, he made a decision.
âAlright.â He agreed. âOn one condition.â
âName it.â
âI want the hospital to be top priority. You donât know⦠Iâve had to turn away so many pack members because I donât have the room to put them here. Elderly, and even some children.â
I nodded. âIâll talk to Jasper. Later we can address the pack as a whole, but I agree with you.â
I stood, grabbing my jacket. I turned back at the door, amused to see Kettler still looking kind of stunned. âI have a condition of my own.â I said.
âWhat?â
âYou work with me on this. I can tell you really care about what you do, and I need someone like that, with that dedication, to help me see it through.â
Unbelievably, a slow smile spread across his face. âDeal.â
I returned his smile, leaving the room.
âViolet?â
I paused with my hand on the doorknob of the front door, looking over my shoulder.
âYes?â
ââ¦.Thank you.â
âThatâs what a Luna is for.â