West POV
âWest,â his Betaâs voice woke him.
West was tired, too darn tired, couldnât have been asleep all that long, he supposed âTerence?â
âPack hospital now.â he could hear the stress in the manâs voice.
Westâs Alpha instincts kicked in, nothing stressed that man, well almost nothing. Voltâs head raised inside his mind.
âJo-Jo was attacked by a pack member.â
âWhat?â West was up and out of the bed in a split second and already looking for clothes. How bad? Who was it?â Volt was all attention now too.
âI think Clova took the attack, she was na*ked and crying when I found her. Told me she needed clothes.â
âHow bad is it?â his heart was beating fast inside his ch3st, Volt was now prowling around in his mind. He could feel worry coming from his wolf for Clova.
âNot so bad, sheâll be alright.â
âWho was it? he repeated himself.
âShe wonât tell me.â
âOn my way.â
West was now wide awake, pulling on his pants shower.â his wolf snarled at him âsmell like her.â
West didnât care, Joanne knew he and Miranda were together, it would not surprise her or bother her, from what heâd seen earlier. But his damned wolf had his feet glued to the floor, it seemed, fighting him for control, West found he was not winning either.
âFineâ he snapped at his wolf. Stalked into the bathroom and showered quickly, dried and dressed âhappy nowâ, he shot at his wolf.
Volt just snort at him but said nothing. He was finally allowed to leave the room and head for the hospital. It was still dark outside, no wonder he was tired, probably only had an hour or so of sleep.
Made his way to the packs hospital.
âTerence, she told you yet?â
âNo. is quiet on the subject. Upset about it actually.â
West was angry, was the woman so stupid as to not want to report an attack on herself. He knew Clova had no fight training, could only run away. Heâd not wanted her to train. Wanted to make sure she would stay away from all attacks, remain inside the pack-house, where sheâd be unharmed if sh!t hit the fan.
More anger rolled off him as his Alpha hearing, picked up her soft voice as he came down the hospital corridor to the hospitalâs Luna suite. âCanât you just let it go T.J. just this once. You donât have to tell him. Itâs not that bad.â She was in that room trying to convince his Beta not to report to him, the attack on her.
His hand hit the door and it banged open. He stood staring at the scene in the room. Her head was bowed, she had a hospital gown on her left shoulder and arm out of it, there was a large wolf bite on her shoulder, Terence was standing just to the left of her and the pack doctor Patterson, was cleaning the wound.
West could see several sterile combines covered in her b***d, on a wound trolley next to the doctor, there were gauze patches on several of the teeth marks on the top of her shoulder, still bleeding, he noted, her healing ablity, either not activated, or Clova not being allowed to roam about freely all the time which had reduced her healing abilities, perhaps didnât even recall how to heal her. He didnât know.
Dr Patterson glanced at him briefly before turning back to the job at hand. He was the very man that had saved Jo-anneâs life at 17, and here he was attending to her again.
West knew that he needed to maintain control. Volt was fuming inside of him at the site of her, at the smell of her b***d in the room, not something either of them ever wanted to smell again. This was not her fault, he had to remind himself âJo-anne?â he asked her, trying to reign in his anger at her bloodied appearance.
âYes, Alpha.â she acknowledged him.
Did not lift her head to look at him, her voice sounded a little more than sad to him. TJ. was right. She was upset about this. Wolves were normally angry creatures about being attacked, only ever sad if it was someone they knew, someone that they trusted and had not expected to attack them. Their Mate usually brought about this kind of response. West knew she didnât have a Mate, T.J. would never hurt her, nor Lark his wolf, for that matter. So who?
âWho did this to you?â he asked her a direct question.
He was the Alpha she had to tell him.
To his annoyance, she whispered âno-one.â It was a bloody lie. Look at the state of her, she didnât want to tell him. Was she protecting that person? His eyes moved to his Beta âTerence?â he asked, knowing the man would not miss his meaning.
âShe wonât tell me either,â his Beta told him, and it was his Beta all up front.
Westâs eyes moved back to Jo-anne. Why wouldnât she say anything about this? It was his job to deal with pack members and pull them into line. She recalled that surely. He turned his eyes back to the wound, definitely a wolfâs bite, so likely T.J had been right. Someoneâs wolf had attacked Clova. There was a possibility they didnât recognise her. But unlikely she had the packâs scent on her, he could smell the unique packâs scent on her, it kind of smelled like w*et moss.
Je-anne finally Å6oked up to him, met his eyes, sadness in them. He didnât know what to do with her. To be hones, was not going to Alpha Order her to tell him heâd already done that to her twice in the last 24 hours, hurt her the last time because heâd been angry, she was just looking at him, waiting for him to do it and he knew it. Why would she think other wise, with their past history.
âSheâll need some stitches Alpha.â
âDo it.â West stated flatly. It wasnât the first time sheâd been patched up. He turned to leave the room. T.J. followed him and closed the door behind him.
âWho was it? Did you scent anything?â
âPossibly, Iâd have to look into it.â T.J. nodded at him.
âHazard a guess for me. Wolves are generally angry about being attacked, unless,â he trailed off.
âI think it was her own father. Heath, well Jester his wolfâ
West looked right at the man now. âYou certain about that?â It didnât make much sense. Heath had been protective of his daughter. Why would he or his wolf attack her? He knew she looked a bit different, smelled slightly different as well, but that man would know his own b***d. âIt doesnât make sense,â West admitted.
âNo, it doesnât, he was a good father as far as I recall.â
West agreed with that. Jo-anne had been a happy child, only not happy after waking up next to him at 16.
âls he on patrol tonight?â
âMm, North Eastern border.â
âWhere did you find her?â
âBetween the pack-house and the North Eastern border.â
West sighed âSo it is likely youâre right then.â
T.J. just nodded.
This was not good. She was very unlikely to tell him anything if it was her father. It would definitely account for her quiet and sad demeanour, she was likely confused about what had happened. Likely, had not expected it either, what child was afraid of their own father, one who on all accounts had loved his daughter, something was off and he knew it.
Dr Patterson walked out of the suite and looked at West and shook his head. âI donât like having to patch that girl up every time I see her, Alpha.â
âI donât like it either.â West agreed with him.
âSheâll be fine, smells different to me than the last time I patched her up.â
âThat she does,â West acknowledged. The woman did look and feel different to him, smelled slightly different to him, why he had no idea. He didnât even know if she knew she smelt different. He did know she would have seen the difference in her eyes and likely Clovaâs as well, but why were they different? That was the real question.
West walked into the room and closed the door. He was not worried about being alone with her right now. Volt wouldnât do anything while she was injured other than want to hold her, he thought. But his wolf was still mad. It appeared about the insult to her wolf, Clova, felt certain if they were still bonded Clova would have told him without hesitation.
âJo-anne please..tell me what happened,â he asked calmly. There was no point in yelling at her, it would likely not help the situation. âHow as the Alpha can l assist if you donât let me?â
âI startled another wolf and it bit me. That is all that happened,â she told him. He knew it was a lie, too much sadness in her eyes for it to be the truth.
He let it go, the lie.
âAlright.â he acknowledged âWho was the wolf?â Letâs play it her way, perhaps he could get her to tell him if she thought he believed her.
âWhy dose it matter? It was an accident,â she countered him.
What was wrong with this woman? He rubbed his temples, was it so hard, to give up a name. He was just trying to find out what happened and get to the bottom of it, punish those who needed it.
That was his job as the Alpha. She would know that Ahâ he thought that was it, if she gave up her own father, he West would punish the man and she did not want her father to be punished by her Alpha.
West walked over and sat right on the bed in front of her. âI will not punish them, if it was as you say, an accident.â he tried to reassure her, but he was going to beat the man senseless and toss his a*ss in the cells for a few days for hurting his own child. He could tell right away that she did not believe him, probably came across in his expression. She would likely know how to read him. Had spent 2 years being weary of him and his moods, not that he had ever laid a hand on her, just voiced his anger.
West sighed and shook his head slightly. If she was not going to tell him willingly, then he would have to do it the official way and hold an investigation. âIâm not going to order it out of you, Jo-anne.â he told her, and he did mean that âI do need to know what happened, your side and theirs, though.â
âI told you. I startled them and they bit me by accident,â she reiterated her story.
âI donât believe you.â West told her truthfully, and he did not believe it was an accident. âIâll investigate, shouldnât take that long, seeing the time of night.â it would be easy her b***d trail would lead him and TJ. right to where it happened and the wolf in question. âNot many out and about, border patrol mostly,â he stated hoping she would realise he was going to investigate and find out who it was.
Hoped she would tell him, seeing as he was going to find out anyway. She did not, however. He stood and walked to the door, stopped and said âNo shifting until this has been addressed,â and then he stepped out of the room.