Chapter 53: Chapter 53: Radar

“Radar is our Papi. Every pack has a mentor who's mature. He's older than all of us, mid-thirties. He

went to war as part of the Luna's guard. That scar on his face, he got by protecting her with his life,

and it almost ended him. God damn silver and wolfsbane, I shudder to think. He's always been a

slave to Sierra and never mated because his heart lies with her, devoted, and loyal. It's kinda sad, to

be that crushed on someone that even in her absence you still pine them.” Meadow is hushed, but

the torn tone of real empathy drags through her voice, a hint of real pain for her pack mate.

“They had an affair?” I gasp, my head spinning on that point alone, and I can't help but staring back

at Radar in the people before us, seeing him in a whole new light. He's not exactly ugly or

unattractive. That scar is obviously a major, but he has a nice face despite it, and a strong, tall build,

like Colton. The white eye I guess kind of makes him a little bad ass. In that rugged, hero type, way

“No, you know the laws on adultery with a mate bonded wolf. Radar is straight down the line, not a

rule breaker. He never told her, she never knew, never even had the courage to look her in the face

all those years because he was completely submissive in the hierarchy to her. It's forbidden for the

guards to look upon the alpha’s mate and make eye contact. The Luna had many guards, and he

just blended in, I guess. He was the only one of her guard to make it back alive though, probably

because he was so badly wounded and recovering. that he was taken down and missed the last

battle they ever fought. The Luna's guard were all massacred in that last fight, then everyone came

home, and she was gone before he recovered enough to regain his duties.” Meadow shrugs,

retelling what she knows, and I inhale heavily as pieces click in place and it leaves a bitter taste in

my mouth.

Juan probably had them all slain too because they would have been loyal to their charge. Their

Queen. She was their focus, not Juan, and Radar escaped only down to being almost dead. Which

means he missed what happened with my mother and knows nothing of what Juan did. He would

be dead too if he'd been there, and it removes any shadow of doubt that he was ever involved. He

didn't even get the chance to save her from being sent away. I think if he had been, he would have

died to rescue her all over again.

The adultery thing though, highlights how much Colton doesn’t respect or care about me if he

expects me to throw aside the laws and have an affair with him anyway. We all know the shame it

carries, and I could be completely exiled from this pack if we went through with it. His alpha role

would be dissolved, and he too could be dethroned to live in shame. He's an asshole of the highest

order if he thinks that's a solution to him marking that Puta. He can't have his cake and eat it.

I blink in Radar’s direction, trying so hard to get my head around this new information as we sweep

into the brightly lit grand foyer of a huge entranceway of this so-called homestead. I mean Colton

grew up in a manor that was more of a castle and housed hundreds... this is small by that standard,

but still a freaking castle in its own right. It's amazing, and huge. Prehistoric, and the décor is

definitely old-world witch, but I don't doubt it can house a vast amount.

The hub bub of the crowded hall, and wave of bodies moving up and down the stairs, and around in

general, as word spreads, they have their long-lost Luna back, makes this place feel pretty

overwhelming. It's not enough to distract me from watching Radar follow the group though,

stopping when they get so far, as Colton and the doc wheel Sierra's bed in the direction of a narrow

hall to the left.

“I should go with them.” I nod after them as more of the group of helpers drop off, leaving a bare

minimal body count to turn her bed into a door. Mainly Colton, the doctor, and a couple of femmes

who are helping with the cabinet and her machines.

“Yeah, you should. We're all going to go back out on patrol of the borders to watch for your tail, we

have to keep this place safe. Tell Colton to link me when he wants me back to take care of you, and

to find you some decent clothes. I'm sure for right now, Sierra is his priority.” She clasps my hand

tightly, squeezes it, and leans in kissing me on the forehead, before nodding towards the door that

Colton and his skeleton crew went through.

“Meadow... I'm so glad to be back.” I answer honestly, in afterthought, as she goes to move away,

warmed by the tearful smile she gives me, and that little rub of my shoulder that it's all going to be

okay. Despite everything, even finding out that I could survive out there alone, I really have missed

her and being around people. Being in a place that's warm, and safe, and I don't have to hunt for

my meals anymore, it reminds me what a pack can be like. I can do it alone; I just prefer this.... not

out there. Being here reinforces it. I don't want to go back out and disappear anymore. Everything's

different and I don't want to leave again.

“We are all happy to see you back. I made a mistake in letting you leave... Colton is still trying to

forgive me. Don't do it again.” She half laughs, but there's a serious edge to her tone and a look

that hints at a real warning.

“I'm not planning on it. All of this is bigger than us now. Priorities have changed.” I point out and

she exhales with another nod.

"Good, because he'll strap your ass to him and put guard duty on you twenty-four seven if he even

gets a hint you might take off again. That boy is not playing no more, Chica!” That head wobble and

finger point that always makes me smile at her, but I “hmmm’ then gesture I should go. I don't care

right now what Colton thinks, or wants. I need to see what's going on and then sit. I only dozed in

the truck for a short time and I'm physically exhausted and could do with a little moment to get

used to this buzzing house. After weeks of nature and solitude, this human chaos is a bit much to

get my head around. This whole thing is mentally overwhelming, and sleep is all I want, even though

I'm not going to get it for a while.

I turn and head after Colton, trace their steps down a corridor, turn right through the door they

went, which takes me along a short hall, through two double doors into a proper set up infirmary.

It's already like a mini hospital wing, which is weird given our kinds ability to heal, so I guess this is

from when the witch side of Colton’s family who stayed here. It's white, large, yet crowded with

cabinets full of potion bottles on every wall. Some of it looks dated, but mostly there are modern

additions, obviously brought with Colton’s own medics who are hurriedly wading in and helping

move Sierra to a central bed that's more substantial than the one she’s on.

I mean wolf packs do have medical staff and doctors. We do sometimes need them, especially in the

younger ages when we are not turned yet, and we catch diseases or get injured. We're vulnerable in

youth, much like mortals are. It's irresponsible for a pack to not have the means to protect all in our

pack.

They switch over her machines to full size ones, change out her tubes, and hang up her saline bag

on a trolley to the side, as some of the wolves already in here file out, gazing longingly her way and

nodding at Colton as each and every one leaves. I know the link between pack members is generally

the preferred mode of communication, but it sucks that to me it's a silent wall. Watch in envy as so

much translates between them, but I hear nothing.

I miss pack linking, and the sense of unity it gave you as a whole, it reminds me I'm never really

going to be part of this pack. I mean Colton could initiate me in general, now he's alpha and has

that power, and I could maybe link that way, but once his mate gets a whiff I'm here, I don’t doubt

world war three will erupt. She'll never let him put me in the pack to have more of a bond with him.

I have no idea where she is, but she has to be around here somewhere, I mean, she is his Luna now.

Mates never stray far apart and as Luna, her job is to care for the vulnerable in this massive palace.

She probably got left behind here when he came for me, because he knew she would just aggravate

the situation and make things worse between us. Not that it needs much help.

I stand back watching as she’s settled, and the transition is complete. The doctor moving in to talk

with a woman in a white coat I recognize from the Santo medical center in the valley. She has two

nurses flanking her as they busily squirrel around, put trolleys away, and sort out the haywire mess

of machines they've taken from Sierra. Tidying up and making her ready for her new stay in here.

Colton pulls over a high stool to the head of her bed and perches down beside her, oblivious to me

over here, leaning in and saying something softly as he strokes her hair back, fully locked on her

face as everyone else seems engrossed on the care plan they're discussing. I can hear the doc listing

of medications and withdrawal key points, a step by step of what they need to do over the next few

hours, but all my attention is on that solitary, strong, wide figure, with his back to me, and the

longing pulling me to go comfort him.

Despite everything going on, we both have so much mess in our heads and a shared pain from

finding out things that turned everything upside down. Now isn't the time to hold that against him

while all this is going on. Neither of us was prepared or even mature enough to deal with the

tsunami of shit we've endured these past weeks, and I'm weary with it all catching up. I don't want

to carry the feelings of hurt and hate on top of that too. Not right now.

We have to figure this out, wait on Sierra to see if she has an answer, and focus on the fact Deacon

and his crew will follow us. Soon as they wake up and realize what's happened, I'm sure Juan will be

notified, and there will be a mad scramble to try and get here before she can tell everyone the truth.

I can be mad at Colton, hurt by him, but right now he’s my alpha too, and I need to look to him for

leadership, and keeping us all safe. If all I do is argue and carry a grudge, I'll make it all harder for

myself. The pack, this house, this place, its where I'm meant to be through this, and I need to put

this shit aside and stop thinking about myself for a little while. About how what he did broke my

heart, when right now, the priority is everyone else, and Sierra.

“This is not the little sub pack and hide out I imagined it would be.” The doc infiltrates my thoughts,

appearing beside me with that soothing English dialect that's becoming like a warm hug, and I have

to smile at that.

“Me either. I didn't know anything that happened since I left. It's crazy.” I shrug, eyeing up the room

with a sigh.

"Yes, Colton gave me a condensed version as we wheeled Sierra in. In a way though, I'm rather glad

that we ended up in a place that ensures I have time to wake her safely. I don't need to rush and risk

her body going into shock. This was definitely your fates guiding the way and providing us with

ample shelter for a very difficult task.” The doc looks as tired as I feel, and we're both sagging over

here, probably equally as eager for a bed as the other to lay down for a little while, but both of us

have to be here.

"How long do you think that will take?” I ask genuinely, eager to see Colton finally get to reunite

with her after all these years. Eyes falling on that beautiful man as he tends to his mom lovingly.

“We've come up with a plan to slow down and stop the sedation meds over forty-eight hours, to let

her brain begin to come out on its own accord. We'll monitor her, keep her stabilized, and adjust as

she progresses. She might have a few days of vegetative state where it seems like we've lost her....

that's normal. Eight years is a long time to live in a dream world and the mind is a complex piece of

hardware that sometimes requires a reset period. We'll just take this as it comes, and hope she'll be

one of the rare cases of long-term coma patients to come out and be able to interact within mere

days.” He nods, a look of relative confidence on that lowered brow.

"She's a wolf... I say your bets are stacked on the positive side.” I perk him up with a cheeky smile,

and it gets a little one in return.

“Quite!”

“I don't know where we go from here.” I point out, nodding at Colton across the room, not really

meaning just me and him, trying to hide the longing that crosses my face and the doctor nudges

me with his shoulder.

“I'm a believer that a good cup of tea and a long chat usually resolves many of life's issues

Problems that seem overwhelming are sometimes just smoke and mirrors and getting it all out is

sometimes the only way forward.” He raises those bushy grey brows with a knowing expression, and

I nudge him back.

“Like confessing all to a strange girl who fell into your medical facility?” I smirk.

"Exactly. Sometimes you have to throw away your entire life's work, put your trust in a higher power,

no matter how many signs are killing your hopes, and know they won't steer you wrong if you just

stop fighting it.” His eyes stray to Colton too and it has the annoying effect of dragging my vision

back to him. That strong, upright figure, looking a little too inviting while framed by the light from

the lamp over Sierra's bed. Always so unruffled even in the face of a storm. He's solid, cool, and

takes it all in his stride.

"Good advice, doc. Not so easy to follow, but yeah... I guess.” I exhale heavily, feeling hopeless when

he’s over there, looking like everything I need to cure me of my eternal agony.

“We'll figure this out, together, young lady. After all, .... you are our savior.” He throws his arm

around me awkwardly, gives me a squeeze, and then drops it as quickly as though he crossed some

sort of touching boundaries that threw him well outside his comfort zone. I get the overwhelming

surge of flustered, eccentric cringing, at his own public display of affection, and let out an

involuntary giggle.

“I guess I better go white flag the Alpha, until we can see where all this is going. Might make life

easier if I give him a few days pass.” I shrug it out, knowing all things considered, Colton probably

could use less stress until Sierra wakes up.

"He's young, headstrong, stubborn like his mother, and still finding his feet in his new role. Go easy

on him. He has the world on his shoulders, and he needs a little help in holding it up. His head is

not quite where it should be.” The doc glances at him and then off to the femme Medic across the

other side who waves him to her.

I nod, taking the hint, and push off to walk towards Colton, leaving the doc to wander back to the

femme in the corner pouring over some clipboard as she jots things down.

I take a levelling inhale, push all my riots of feelings into one tiny box and sit on them for now.

Determined to be civil and not let everything ooze out of me while he needs a friend. I approach

him from behind, and like in the truck, he’s so zoned in on his mom he doesn't acknowledge me

coming close until I get right up beside him and lean in to look at her. Eyeing her up now she’s been

settled in here and it's odd, but I swear, she has more color to her pallor and her hair looks a little

shinier. It's almost like she knows she isn’t alone anymore, that she’s surrounded by her people and

their love, even if that's ridiculous.

Seeing them together like this, only highlights how much he looks like her now he’s an adult. The

same profile, small nose, and perfect bone structure of two very beautiful people, and I guess he

always had her strong DNA. The dark hair, and straight brows, although Sierra is noticeably pale

compared to Colton’'s sallow tan he wears all year round. She is lithe, and feminine in her build

though, and Colton, well, he’s your typical strong, tall, and built alpha type. More muscles than

brains sometimes, and he has a nice ass.

One of the nurses pushes a stool up behind me with a smile and nod and I take it gratefully, sitting

beside Colton and trying hard not to reach out to touch him. He looks so lost in the moment, eyes

fixated on her, and so many thoughts must be running through his head. It's like watching a pained

child trying to figure something out, and that maternal instinct in me revs up a thousand watts and

makes sitting here unbearable.

“I can't believe she's really here... that's she’s real. How many times I dreamed of seeing her again?”

He whispers it, that sexy voice low, and rough, alerting me to the fact he’s aware I'm beside him

after all, and I relax into the seat, propping my feet up on the bar and lean towards him lightly.

Suddenly consumed with fierce protectiveness over him when he seems this vulnerable.

“I'm just glad that we got her here. That you came when I found her.” What else can I say. Nothing I

can add right now is going to ease the tension as we wait, and he knows everything I do about all of

this.

"How could he do this to her? How could he not love her the way he was supposed to?” His eyes

run back to her face, once again he strokes her hair, and he's so lost in his own feeling he doesn't

notice my sarcastic eyebrow rise and tilted pointed chin gesture I give him

That's a very good question Colton... why couldn't he? You might know given you clearly have the

same flaw!

I shake it out of my head before he senses my attitude, scolding myself for such an impulsive

response, but still, he really is dense sometimes. Know this projecting crap is only going to make me

mad, and I don't bite or say it out loud but god damn it, Colton. Really?

I know he doesn’t need this right now, so I sigh it away, breathe slowly, and count to ten, sit a little

taller, and try and focus on what he needs instead. Reminding myself that this is bigger than us, and

I have to be less pounce ready.

"He betrayed the mate bond; he doesn't deserve her.” I point out flatly, then curse myself under my

breath for still pushing it out there even if I didn't meant to. It's like everything we are saying is the

damned obvious, yet Colton doesn't even click. Colton doesn’t move or react, just that same silent

fixed stare as he watches her breathe, eyes on her closed lids, and he sits. I feel like screaming and

hitting him over the head with the nearest hard object, but instead I stare at the ceiling for a minute

and let it pass. Soooooo slowly.0000