The Unintended

Chapter 3

Hunter’s pov

“OH s**t!” I slammed on the brakes and fishtailed. The car shuddered to a stop and stalled. I gripped the wheel with both hands, panting, looking at the spiderweb pattern break in my windshield.

“God damn it.” I said, getting out of my car and walking to the front. It broke the headlight on the passenger side. There was a dent and a streak of blood on the hood besides the smashed windshield. I looked around to see what I hit. At first I thought it was a deer, but as I turned my head from side to side, I caught a strange odor.

I walked closer to the car and leaned in for a deep sniff. Yep, I would recognize that smell anywhere. A f*****g werewolf. You have to be kidding me right now. There was something off about this scent, though. It smelled human, too. Well, that’s different.

I peeked around the car and down the road a bit. There, lying about fifty feet away, was a lump of fur in the street. For f**k’s sake, this can’t be happening right now. I walked toward the body; I had to see if it was alive or if I killed it. As I got closer, I could see the transition of it reverting to its human form. It was clearly a female. I squat next to her and checked her pulse. Not dead, that’s good, I guess. I stood up and brushed my hands off and turned around to my car, taking three steps. f**k me. I turned around and went back to the body.

I looked down at the girl, unconscious and bleeding from her forehead. She had bruising on her back and down her ribs; I did a number on her. f**k! What the hell am I going to do? I can’t leave her here. Poor girl was naked, so I took off my jacket and covered her with it and scooped her up off the road. I held her gently, taking great care not to injure her further. I know you shouldn’t move an injured person, but I can’t leave a werewolf in the middle of the road, either.

I got back to the car, opened the door, and gently slid her into the passenger side. She was still out cold. Walking around the car as fast as I could, I reached for my phone. It relieved me knowing there are people we can call for f****d up situations such as these. I swiped down my contacts, Dr. Poole. That’s the guy. I hit dial and got back in the car, cranking the key over. It delighted me when she fired right up. She should for a hundred grand.

“Hello.” answered the voice on the other line.

“Dr. Poole?”

“Yes?”

“My name is Hunter Stevens. I have... a situation, more of a non-human emergency. Can you help?”

“Yeah, Okay. Go to LA downtown medical center, drive past the emergency entrance and turn at the first right, that takes you to an underground garage. I will meet you there.”

“Okay, thank you, doctor. Ill be there in twenty minutes.” I hung up the phone, dropped it in my lap, and drove as fast as I could.

I looked over at the girl, worried because she has been out for some time now. I hoped she was okay. I could smell her werewolf stench, but oddly, she had a sweet human smell to her, too. That meant only one thing. She was turned, not born. I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of s**t I stumbled into. There are laws in place for a good reason. They forbid a vampire to kill a human; as well as a werewolf to turn a human. Werewolves can reproduce, therefore their species can perpetuate. They do not need to turn humans like we do. So, why is this girl here?

I made it to the hospital, passed the emergency entrance and saw the immediate right turning a dark hole leading to an underground parking garage. It was dimly lit, but I drove as far as I could to find two men standing in front of a door marked staircase. I stopped the car, put it in park and got out.

“Dr. Poole?” I ask.

“Yes, and this is James. He is my assistant.”

I went to the passenger door, opened it, and gently lifted the girl. “Where to Doc?”

“Up the stairs, follow me.”

James swiped his badge on the security panel at the door and held it open for us. Dr. Poole walked by me to lead me up the stairs and stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide, and sniffed the air.

“Oh NO. Get that f*****g mutt out of here. I don’t treat WERS.” he said.

“Hey man, I hit her with my car. What the f**k else am I supposed to do? Smell her.”

“Smell her?” Poole raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, smell her. Tell me there isn’t something off.” I argued.

Dr. Poole looked at me with questioning eyes. He took a step closer to me and whiffed the air, then looked at me, shocked. “She smells human too.”

“Yeah, she does. I hit her with my car. I need to help her and sort this out. I can’t do nothing.”

Dr. Poole hesitated and reluctantly agreed. “Okay. Come on.”

“Thank you.” I said, following him up the stairs.

We got to the first floor, and through another door James had to swipe to get us in. We went down the hall and into a small room, set up as a triage. “Lay her on the table.” Said Dr. Poole. He went to a locked cabinet and pulled out a small bottle and a syringe.

I lay her on the table as gently as I could. I saw a folded blanket on the counter, so I retrieved it and covered her, mostly to save her dignity. Dr. Poole took her arm and smacked it gently, looking for a vein.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“A sedative.”

“Why?”

“Well, I assume you don’t know this girl. She is a Wer. We don’t want her waking up in the middle of an exam, not knowing what’s happening to her. I don’t know about you, but I don’t feel like having my face ripped off tonight.”

“Good point.” I backed to the corner of the room and sat in the chair so Dr. Poole and his assistant could take care of the girl.

Fuck my life, was all I could think. I watched him examine her, shaking his head occasionally. After about ten minutes, the doctor and his assistant gently dress her in a hospital gown and what looked like paper underwear. He cleaned and added butterfly tape to the wound on her forehead and put a stitch in her lip. Finally, he cleared his throat and came to let me know how she was.

“First, I think she’s going to be fine, but she’s been through a lot of traumas.” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“She appears to have sustained long-term abuse. The bruises you see on her back and ribs are in different stages of healing. They aren’t from the accident tonight. It also looks like the poor girl has been sexually assaulted.” He said.

“Jesus, what f*****g animals.” I said, looking at her.

“There is something else.”

“What's that?”

“I can’t find a bite mark. I’d say she was turned a few days ago, maybe a week tops, but I don’t know how she was turned.”

“That is interesting. What do we do?”

“We do nothing. My advice is to put this girl back where you found her and walk away.”

“I’m already involved and want to know what happened to her.” I protested.

“Well, that’s on you. She will be fine, but I’m telling you, this is a bigger problem under the surface. Do yourself a favor, drop her at a pack house and go. But now, you both are going to have to leave. The sedative will wear off soon. I don’t want that thing waking up in here.”

“Right. Okay. Thank you for your help tonight.”

“You’re welcome. Take my advice and leave this alone. This is Wer business.”

We shook hands, and I loaded the girl up in my arms. I decided I was going to take her back to my place. I sure as hell would not take her back and drop her on the road. Something about this girl spoke to me. I don’t know what it was. I am going to find out what happened and who the f**k did this to her.