Chapter 46: Chapter 46: I'm What???

"How are we meant to get out of here? We're on the lowest floor and the elevator is that way?” I

nod with my head in the direction we came from, a growing tight knot of anxiety that maybe the

doctor's plan is not the best. He waves at the trucks again, reminding me of their presence, but I'm

not sure how they will help down here.

“The one on the end, it's a medical truck, and that platform lifts up to the ground above. It's how we

store them and transport things in and out.”

As soon as he says it, I spin my head, eyeing the last green military truck that looks like its half-

brother was a tank, and see the gears of the platform on the space behind it. The poles and

hydraulics lining the steel wall in shadow and look up into a cavernous space that opens over your

head when you get up close to them. From my room I couldn't see it, but this space goes up some

hundred or more feet to a set of closed metal doors on the top ceiling.

"And then what? We drive around until she wakes up?” I gasp, bumping the bed onto the edge of

the platform, still helping while dissecting the absurdity of this and he shoves it fully. We come side

by side with the truck we are aiming for and he motions me to keep it going to the rear. I eye him

warily, real tension ripping through me as panic rears its ugly head, at his lack of a proper plan.

"Yes, sounds right. She's been in a coma for eight years... we need time. I need to wean her awake

and even then, I've no idea what state she will be in, physically, or mentally. All I know is we can’t

stay here and do that without getting caught, and I owe her. I won't fail my friend again!” the doctor

has regained some of his equilibrium and leaves the bed with me to go run to a metal cabinet on

the wall which houses keys and scoops up a set, coming back to open the truck and motions to

bring the bed around.

"So, what you're saying is ... there's no plan beyond getting out?” It's a dry, non-amused response

and I stare at him as everything inside of me grips tight. I have to swallow down the rising panic and

he half-heartedly shrugs at me.

“I'm a doctor, not a masked villain who kidnaps people for a living. I figured your fates would

somehow... I don't know... help!! I mean you came and .... you're here!”

"Oh my god!” it's the only response as I have as words fail me, and I bite down on my lower lip and

try to focus everything on helping him, and not the fact that after we get out I have no god damn

idea what we're meant to do. The guards won't sleep forever, and they will come after us. At speed,

with guns, and lots of them.... And inform Juan.

We make light work using the ramps inside the truck to get the bed and trolley in and he braces

them in place which special metal clamps, hanging her saline bag on a hook coming from the

interior wall, and pushes the mobile one into a corner and ties it down. He pushes the devices into

clamps, and clips, along the wall parallel to her bed, and settles everything free standing into

holders, or ties them in place expertly. Making light work as I can only stand and frantically race a

million ideas through my head about what we're going to do.

“I have a cabin, my home I guess, when I'm not here. We should go there and try and get her to

wake up. They'll track us, but we have a good head start and I don't know if we can lose them. No

one knew about my cabin.” It's a weird little look, a half happy he came up with a plan, with a heavy

dose of please tell me that's a smart idea. I can only shake my head and stare.

He's not thinking this through, or really envisioning how well a wolf can track, or how much faster

they can be on foot when needs be. They won't just dawdle when they find Sierra and me gone,

they will come tearing after us like demons on the warpath and Juan will too, with his four crazy

loyal subpacks, who annihilated my entire bloodline and got away with it. There's no being safe in

some cabin in the middle of god knows where.

“That won't work... you've no idea how well they can hunt us. And Sierra... if Juan killed people to

keep his dirty secrets silent, then he’s going to send a tsunami after her to make sure we don't wake

her up.” I point out, tucking Sierra’s blankets in tight to hold her neatly while he applies straps over

her body to keep her in place. All I can do is keep helping, even if nausea is almost strangling me

with so many possibilities and ways to die at Juan's hands.

“Well do you have a better idea? ... We need to protect her until she wakes, we need to find a place

we can fortify. I don't know people outside of these walls... I can't fight or shoot an army of wolves.”

No place can be fortified against a pack of angry Lycans. Especially not when all you have is a bound

wolf who can't use her gifts, unless in serious threat, a human aging, unfit doctor, and a sleeping

witch. We are so screwed.

I wrack my brains, trying to think of a million places I passed these past weeks alone, and how none

of them are any good to hide, and no amount of hiding will stop them tracking us. It was different

when I ran, I was solitary, and only Colton had reason to follow, and I had a couple of days head

start to let my scent fade to nothing....

Colton!!! Of course!

I can’t believe how stupid I was not seeing the most obvious answer to this question. Of course, the

fates would bring me full circle and back to him, they've never stopped tormenting me mentally

when it comes to that boy, making sure I couldn't forget him if I wanted to. This is why. This

moment of need.

Colton’s mom... Colton has an undying love for her and a need to find her. He also has a sub pack,

and some fierce ass wolves who would do anything for him. One of the fiercest in the valley. Colton

is our protection and I just need to get outside to link him, so he knows I need him. We need him.

"Yes...I do. I have her son... and he has a pack, and I know he won't leave me to fight this alone if I

tell him I have his mom.” He won't fail her; he’s been looking for her. I know his heart and it's not

like Juan's.

“You can trust him? Even after ten years with his father?” The doctor flashes me a wary look and I

nod with no hint of hesitation. I know why he would query it, assuming under his father's guidance

that he might have twisted his son into a mini clone in all these years, but Colton is far stronger than

I ever gave him credit for. He is his own mind and he doesn’t agree with how Juan hurts his people.

“Colton won't let me down. If he knows I need him, that she does, he'll come. I have no doubts in

this. We're linked, it's not hard to find him.” Unless the fates took that from me when he marked

Carmen, but I guess I'm going to find that out. I don't think they would be so cruel in taking away

something like that when I really need to use it to get Sierra out of this place in one piece. The fates

in all of this, have been trying to address the balance and bring us back to what Juan destroyed.

"Okay, once we get free of the building, you should be able to use your gifts. So, I tell you where we

are and where we are going, and he can possibly help. Plan? Yes, I think so. I don’t fancy dying

tonight, so we better make it snappy.” The doctor is starting to lose his adrenalin rush, his panic

panting, and instead seemingly in the “regret and what have I done, but to hell with it’, mode.

He ushers me to the front of the truck, pulling the doors shut behind us and he locks them in place

from the inside. I can walk straight through with crouching, in the dark confines of the small space

to the front seats and sit down in the passenger side with a quizzical look aimed right at him as he

too gets settled in his driver seat.

"How do we go up, if we're in here?” I point out, assuming he forgot that minor detail, of the fact

we're underground, but he picks up a very heavy-duty looking radio device from the dash and

waves it at me.

“This is a very high tech and expensive facility. They like remotes. Boy toys.” He presses a button in

the center of the military green controller and I almost have a heart attack when the entire platform

shunts into motion, jerking us harshly, and begins to lift. Not just this one truck, but with all three

on the entire floor and we slowly start to raise up and leave the bay level behind.

This is when my panic sets in and nerves get the better of me as I realize our escape is probably

going to go down in the history of worst ever attempts. Its louder than hell; crunching, and

groaning, and echoing around us like crazy, and probably scaring off all the wildlife above ground in

a three-mile radius. I hope to god he was right about knocking those guards out, because otherwise

they are definitely going to know we are running away. I cover my ears, cringing, and recoiling into

my seat, and have to resist the urge to shut my eyes in the hopes this is a bad dream.

"Once we get up there and out into the open, the building no longer has any bind over you. The

walls work on some sort of ingrained frequency that's impossible for us to hear, but out there it

doesn’t work. It has to surround you, you see.” The doctor yells over the noise, telling me facts

about something I currently couldn't care less about, but it hits a nerve and I sit up, blinking as my

attention peeks.

"A frequency?” I turn to him, startled, some memory from before, tingling at my brain and I don't

know why that's important, but I feel like it should be. My moment of fear dissipating when

suspicion starts hiking up inside of me.

"Yes, years of research has shown that certain frequencies alone are some of the biggest weapons

against your kind's gifts. Truly fascinating. We stumbled upon it when looking at some’s ability to

emit ultra-sonic sounds as a weapon.”

That's it... the weapon. The one the vampires used to attack the home and it was frequency based

too. I blink at him, not sure if I am piecing it together right or if I'm way off. The doctor is off on a

nervous tangent, babbling away like a runaway cart as a reaction to stress I guess, and I have to butt

in on the meticulous details of frequency being used to detain and disable my species.

“Did Juan ever use this facility to make any sort of portable isolation tank, that throws out the

frequency instead of putting it in the walls?” Clutching at thin air as I try to fit together puzzle pieces

I don't know belong together. I don't know how that would fit, given they almost killed me too and

in turn would have killed Colton, but it seems a little too coincidental that this is how an isolation

tank is made.

“No, my dear, but he did sell the research a few years ago, claiming it was a profitable, but overall

harmless, discovery.” The doctor casts me a confused look and I can tell he has no idea what I'm

talking about.

“Harmless? The vampires attacked our mountain using a frequency to disable us all from turning. I

almost died because of that stupid black box, and if Colton hadn't..." I shudder at the memories,

warmed slightly by the notion that Colton is where I'm heading once more, and even though it's

stupid and I should hate him, there's a tiny ray of hope inside of me, an aching to go back to him.

My own stupid weakness kicking in and finally after weeks of being heavy and hurt, it's raising a tiny

little beam of sunshine in my dark days.

“It was turned into a weapon... by vampires? I thought their kind were long driven underground and

no longer a threat. Forgive me, my dear, we don't get any kind of news here.” The doctor's clueless,

and the shock evident on his face, eyes wide, mouth gaping slightly as he takes that in and looks

out of the window in front of us as he wraps his head around it, resting his hands on the wheel of

the truck and shaking his head so very slightly.

"A month back, take or give, maybe longer now, I don't know, I lost track. They attacked out of the

blue and sent the mountain into chaos. A war is coming, and the wolves are all being dragged back

to the mountain for Juan to control.” I sink back in my seat and watch as we climb the last few feet.

Climbing the darkness while surrounded by eerie tones of groaning and grinding and I try not to

think too much about how high we are on this rickety sounding platform. The roof begins to open

up and the dull grey of an ending day peeks through the cracks and makes me aware I'm about to

taste fresh air once more. The urge to leap out and feel it on my skin distracts me and I turn to face

the now silent doctor instead.

"Using a device, not too dissimilar to what we created? And they attacked Juan's mountain and his

people..." He mumbles more to himself than me and I can tell he really did not know. I can almost

taste the suspicion in his tone, as he too comes to a conclusion I thought about but realize it's

stupid, and I'm letting paranoia and hate cloud my judgement.

“Yeah, but if you're thinking Juan had something to do with it then, one, we hate vampires so no.

Unlikely he would coerce with them, and two, Colton saved me when I was almost toast. If I died

then Juan would have lost his son and heir, and no, that's just no. I don't care what kind of monster

he is, he puts Colton on a pedestal and always talks about his ruling one day. He wouldn't let his

own son die. No matter what, I do believe his legacy is the most important thing next to being king

of all he sees. He only has one son.”

“But hear me out ....... If Colton died, then Juan would have had reason to tie up his people in his

control and use the attack to rally the wolves to unite as a pack. If he fabricated a war, or even gave

them the means to start one, then it all plays into what he wants to be.... the prophecy. Uniting the

packs against a war and thus forcing his position to fill what the prophecy wanted. A wolf to reign

the people. He's still so obsessed that it should be him!”

My blood runs cold and as crazy as it sounds it starts to fall into place. The doctor has a point and

yes, Colton dying would push those loyal to Colton to rally with Juan in avenging his death. A

common enemy is a great way to instill fear and make the people look to a leader to save them.

Something doesn't sit right with it though, and I'm trying to decipher it.

“You think he enabled the vampires and prompted them to hit the orphanage in the hopes Colton

would die when I did? As a catalyst to get the people under control and mounting an arsenal.”

I'm instantly nauseous, my skin prickling with goosebumps and my breathing gets shallow as I try

and swallow this all down. Even for Juan, it seems insane, but then he did cull an entire blood line

for his chance at taking a crown. The doctor nods his head, looking up as our freedom comes into

view with an increase in grinding and crunching in the mechanics and he starts the engine with the

turn of a key. The truck roaring into life and vibrating through the seat under me as I reach around

and pull on my seat belt, so eager to get out of here I'm almost bouncing in my seat with nerves.

"He sedated his mate and left her to rot ... you tell me if killing his son to maneuver an outcome is

something he would do?”

"He went to war against them and lost so many of his people. He hates the vampires with a

passion.” It doesn't make sense. He wouldn't willingly negotiate with them, but it does make sense

that he didn't care who he sold the research to and maybe it came by their way in another avenue.

Maybe the vampires took it or bought from whomever Juan sold it to. There's something just not

there that I feel I should see, and it's leaving a hole big enough to cast serious doubt, as much as I

want to tar him with that brush.

"A war against a people that should never have happened. Lycans and Vampires used to dwell in

peace... not so long ago.” The doctor side-tracks me with a ludicrous statement and I frown his way,

half snorting at his gross misinformation.

“No, they didn't. I don't know who told you that story, but I can assure you, we've been mortal

enemies since the dawn of creation. We were never peaceful allies.” They taught us that in school

and for the life of me, I have never heard any other version. It's ludicrous to imagine our two species

living on the same lands and not tearing each other's throats out.

“No, my dear, that's not true. Sierra was very good at her history and very vivid in her telling’s. Her

people, the witches .... as her mother was, predate the first of either of your kinds. They tell the

stories among their own.” The doctor lifts his brows in a paternal manner, nodding towards me as

though in this he is one hundred percent certain, and I can't grasp it. It's all we were ever taught,

that the vampires are the enemy and always have been.

“So, what are you telling me? We used to be friends? Had morning coffee and bake sales together?”

I almost laugh at that, sarcasm kicking in and as we finally hit the upper ground, he throws the truck

in gear and reverses at speed right off of the platform and then backs us into a clearing in the

middle of the dusky forest we find ourselves back in. We're already outside the compound, further

than the dirt road that came up to the fence and I realize we are a fair bit from that completely.

Underground must spread wider than I figured it did and he hits the makeshift road and puts his

foot to the gas, heading out and switching on headlights to illuminate where we're going. The sun

has not yet set, but the forest is grey, and shadowy, and I have to cling onto my seat as I bounce

around on the rough terrain, trees hitting the windshield and roof as we skim under low branches.

I cast a glance behind us to check on Sierra and although the insides of the truck are rocking and

bouncing around like mad, she is secured and her machines are still beeping away, all the tubes

swinging wildly. She seems okay.

“The Lycans were the daylight guardians of the vampires and in turn the vampires protected wolf

lairs in the darkest hours. They were created to complement and protect each other, not war and

fight, it's why you're almost matched in power and gift. Each with a special unique gift of course, but

neither meant to be used against one another. A peaceable arrangement born at conception,

between light walkers and dark, both with different needs and not even a shared food source, so no

reason to feud... Your kinds were from the same lands and some even procreated. A bite from

either side can kill the other, so it's not exactly smart to start raging fights with an enemy who only

hints at your demise every time.”

I return to facing his side profile as he watches the road closely and maneuvers around falls logs

and debris, focusing all my disbelief on the side of his head.

“Procreate... now I know you're insane, and you need to up your meds, Doc. A vampire and a wolf...

had babies? Nahh, Now I know you're high. That's definitely not a thing, there is no such thing.

We're enemies, and always were.” It's a half laugh, shaking my head in humor, disbelief, as I turn in

my seat to face the fast flyby of the forest, completely convinced he has a screw loose somewhere.

The doctor throws me an alarmed look that I catch from the corner of my eye, frowning, and

screwing up his face like I'm the crazy one, and almost swerves us into a tree before looking back

and saving us the near-death impact. That makes me jump, fiercely snapping my eyes to him in a

bid of “watch where you're driving’ gasping and panting for breath after that near miss. My stomach

is now lodged in my throat, and I brace my legs against the dash and push myself back in the seat

to attempt to calm down. My wolf hasn't yet figured out she can come out to play now we are free

of the facility, but another fright like that and she won't hesitate. So tired of shredding and losing

clothes and it would be awkward sitting nakedly with this man.

“Alora ... yes, it's hard to digest and like I pointed out in the case of Colton, cross breeding is not

always successful given your masterful DNA and its ability to heal, much like the vampires can, but

how can you disbelieve when you are sat here, the very proof of that union. Your own genetics are

waving their hands at you and saying, “here I am.” He blanches at me as though I'm being

completely preposterous, and his words are like a punch in the gut. Spinning me to him, eyes

gawping wide at what he said.

"What?!?1” that's not the response I expected from him at all and I blink at him, my mouth open and

frown intensely. “I thought you said I was witch and wolf." I let it out slowly, precisely, as I remind

him of how stupid what he’s saying, actually is.

“No, my dear, I said you were a hybrid.... assuming your mother was a perfect half and half without

knowing her history of course, but it was very clear from your turning what you are. You're white...

witches generally make black wolves, like a kind of racial thing, I guess. You know like humans,

where Latino and white makes semi Latino, and then a white and white human makes white .... add

in a splash of color, and their baby's shades are wonderfully diverse. Vampires however... lack of sun

and being the undead, fascinating in biology by the way, they make white. Interestingly though, in

all hybrids where wolf DNA is present, they're always the prominent characteristic. Amazing... strong

genetics the wolves. And in some rare, rare instances, where the vampire gene is equally strong, but

yet, still of no match to that powerful beast... the babies are lucky enough, gifted enough, down the

generational tree, to have red eyes. Remarkable.” He's way too pleased with his story telling, and the

utter joy on his face only heightens the horror on mine.

I don't know if my mind leaves my body completely, or if shock and a sense of numb knocks me for

six, but I swear, I have an outer body experience and get so close to passing out as I just stare at

him, blankly, dead pan, not even remotely able to react to that little titbit of information, that I say

nothing at all.

I'm a vampire hybrid. No!!! Just, NO!

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