His Broken Dire wolf

Chapter 9

Drew’s POV

“Wait, wait, wait, wait, are you telling me you are going under cover, as a dog? And not just any dog, a pet?”. Travis, the beta of our pack and I are on the phone with Alpha. Our Alpha, who is either trying to play a joke on us or has completely lost his mind now. “So you want Travis to act as the substitute Alpha while you stay with your mate in a dorm? How is that even going to work? Your wolf is about five-times the size of a great Dane.” I am trying not to sound too judgmental before hearing the whole plan. My Alpha is a smart man, but right now I am beginning to question his intelligence and leadership. Alpha pauses for a while before taking a deep breath and answering our question. “You are to say nothing to no one about this” Alpha warns us, “Becky has customized a collar for me to wear, so when I shift, my wolf will be the size of a small husky.” Travis and I our silent for a moment and look at each other to see who is about to crack first. Travis practically screams from laughter “Dear god Wyatt I can’t believe it, now you’re asking witches for favors? Is this what the mate bond does to wolves? Cause I don’t think I want to find my mate now hahahaha”. It takes us a couple minutes to finally stop laughing. “Alright Alpha, we do it your way, where do we start first?” I ask, and almost feel excited for the plan to start.

Molly’s POV

My summer before college started was a hard period for me. The night of my high school graduation, I woke up in the hospital with both my parents hovering over me asking a hundred questions and I didn’t know where to start. My memory was scrambled, and it took me about 48 hours to recollect everything. By the time I remembered what happened that night, the local news was broadcasting that Shawn had been missing. Details of what remained of his truck and the evidence found inside were not shared in the news, but it became known to the public very quickly, as victims came forward and the proof from the footage on his phone was enough to convince everyone he should stay missing. Although Shawn mentioned that he was recording me that night, police found no footage on the phone. So most likely he forgot to click record while in his rush to do what he wanted with me. I had explained everything I remembered that night, excluding the silver wolf that I must have hallucinated. If Shawn had really been attacked like that, they would have found evidence. I was immediately crossed off the list of suspects that may have caused his disappearance. The hospital was able to diagnose how much Rohypnol was in my system from the water bottle that was left in the truck. Paul had come forward and admitted to putting the Rohypnol in my water bottle to help my migraine go away. Although I guarantee Paul knew very well what was going to happen to me that night. Paul ended up with just a slap on the wrist for possession of Rohypnol. Even though he got away from possible jail time, Paul lost a lot of friends after that.

When the search for Shawn stopped and all the investigations were over, the nightmares began. A repeat of my night in that truck over and over. My parents would run into my room having to shake me from my night terrors. I had only a month left before college started and I couldn’t live in a dorm with other students waking up to me screaming every night. Luckily, the college had heard of my situation and offered off-campus living for me along with free counseling sessions. The thought of living alone scared me a bit but a counselor from the college had reached out two weeks before school started and shared information with me about a therapy dog. I love dogs, and the idea of sharing a home with a lovable animal over a stranger right now sounded nice. The day of the move, both my parents agreed they wanted to help and make sure I was comfortable with my place before leaving me there alone. “Dad, can you help me with this box please?”, as we were moving all my stuff into my new apartment that’s down the road from the campus. I can feel my dad watching me when I’m not facing him. I know he’s worried about me, but if I don’t stay strong right now, I know he will ask me to just take a semester off to recover. I can’t go back to my hometown though. I need this. I need to start over somewhere else where I’m not the victim anymore. Before unpacking the last box, I see my mom is ready to start crying. “Mom, please don’t start, I’ll be okay”. Before my mom could protest, a knock at the door reminded me that my counselor was coming over at this time and bringing me my therapy dog. I excitedly ran to the front of the house and opened the door. There on the stoop is a very good-looking man, being in his mid-twenties and in his hand a leash with the most adorable gray husky I have ever seen attached to it.