Chapter 2
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Around quitting time Fenrir mind links Philip. “Alpha I smell wolves incoming. I can make out about five. I sent Sam back inside.”
“Fenrir? Tell me you didn’t just shift in public.”
“Not stupid but must fight. I have to go, I will let you know.”
Gregory had said they would be at Sam’s office. They must have been just leaving. He glances down at his wrist watch. With traffic right now will it even be worth it to head over there? His gut and his wolf Drake, are telling him to go, leave now. He grabs his keys and jacket and heads out the door.
Tabitha looks up as he speed walks past her. She’s immediately up and following him; running to keep up.
“Do you need me to do anything?” she asks.
He looks over his shoulder and down at her, impressed that she not only did she know to follow him but that she can actually keep up. He starts down the stairs, there’s no time to wait for the elevator.
“I don’t know yet. I’ll have to let you know when I get there. Stay close by your phone tonight in case I need you.”
“Yes, sir. And if anyone else needs you, where am I to say you’ve gone?”
“To save Gregory.”
Twenty minutes into the drive Fenrir mind links and all he gets is a strangled, “Alpha”.
He tries to link back but can’t connect. He pushes the gas pedal to the floor, to hell with a speeding ticket!
He automatically tries to dial Sam, then realizes he doesn’t have her number. He hits the steering wheel with the palm of his hand and quickly dials his office instead.
“Mr. Lycan’s office, this is Tabitha. How may I help you?”
“It’s me Ms. Faeleen. I need you to call all the hospitals in Gregory’s area and see if he’s been admitted. Do it fast and get back to me.”
“Yes sir,” she replies but he's already hung up.
She calls back in less than two minutes, he’s duly impressed. He doesn’t even bother to say hello, just barks into the phone. “Where is he?”
“He’s in the Emergency Department at St. Clair’s Hospital. He hasn’t been admitted yet but no one is allowed with him at this time.”
“Got it,” he states while passing someone going the speed limit. He’s about to hang up but then remembers his manners.
“Thank you Ms. Faeleen.”
“Is there anything else I can do sir? How can I help?”
He’s taken back by the sincerity in her tone. He’s just going to have to go with his gut when it comes to her since he can’t feel if she’s really being sincere.
“If you would stay available for my call later, I would appreciate it. Also, text me your number so that I can get a hold of you after hours.”
“Yes sir. It will be on your phone immediately. I hope your friend is okay.”
“He’s more than just my friend…he’s the C.F.O. of the company.”
“Of course, sir. My apologies. I’ll be waiting to see if you need anything.”
He hangs up and drives one handed as he other hand worries his lips while thinking.
Why do I get a strange feeling from her? I can’t even identify what that feeling is. It’s like its hiding in a foggy mist. Is she a spy sent by the rogues? Is that what my gut is trying to tell me? Is she being clever? Does she know I can’t read her and is pretending to be sympathetic?
As he pulls into the city limits, he asks Siri how to get to St. Clair’s Hospital. Parking in the emergency lot, he heads inside to find Sam. He has no idea if they were both injured. As he heads to the nurses station he finds Sam pacing back and forth. s**t. I bet that’s Gregory’s blood all over her hands.
She doesn’t even notice him until he catches her arm to stop her from pacing. Her eyes are full of tears. His concern and fear is just as great for his friend so he pulls her in for a hug, patting her on the back. However, having a jealous wolf around is not something he wants right now.
He pulls away. “How is he?”
Instead of just saying that she just doesn’t know, she goes into exactly how she got Gregory’s blood on her hands. She’s an emotional wreck and having her mate protect her, then watching him collapse has been too much. She’s trying to hold it together and she’s doing a pretty damn good job. He wanders down the hall to get her a drink and check in with the nurse. On his way back he takes out his pocket square and wets it so that she can wipe her hands.
As he returns, the nurse appears with an update on Gregory. He and his wolf, Drake, both give a sigh of relief that it isn’t as bad as they thought. Fenrir should have him healed in just under two days, especially if Sam is close by.
The nurse is very stand-offish and almost rude but he shrugs it off as part of her work. Working in the Emergency Department must be hell, day in and day out, he wouldn’t want to deal with it. When the police officers arrive to question Sam, he sits directly next to her, ready to jump in if needed.
He’s shocked and surprised when Sam starts giving the police officers a piece of her mind. She isn’t letting them bully her and she’s standing up for herself and Gregory. He can hear Drake howling in glee and he’s doing everything he can to not smile or laugh at the policeman’s reaction.
Accompanying Sam down to see Gregory; he receives another eye opener. He’s seen his buddy beaten up plenty of times, its the way of wolves. In fact, just a couple of days ago he was seriously injured in a fight. However, he’s never seen Gregory in the hospital. Everyone is always taken to the pack hospital where they know that bandages are only needed to stop the bleeding.
“I’ll bet Fenrir is pissed wrapped in all that casting!” Drake says in his head.
“I’ll bet Gregory is more pissed but right now I think he’s more concerned about his mate.”
“Yes, his mate is having a hard time and with that contraption holding his leg, he can’t get to her. That will not help his healing.”
“You’re right,” he says and Drake huffs that he doubted him.
“He needs his mate to be close, to feel the bond, to heal faster. Let’s see how soon we can get him out of here.”
“You have one heck of a woman there.” He begins telling Gregory.
“I’m more impressed with her every day.”
Gregory smiles over at Sam and asks why. Gregory is then regaled by her, with the story of her and the policemen. He and Gregory share a look of concern when she starts getting angry all over again. This isn’t like Sam according to Gregory. What is going on?
Leaving the two of them for the night he heads to his apartment in town. He’s exhausted from the adrenaline rush of worrying about Gregory and his anxiousness to get to him.
He throws his jacket on the back of the couch, loosens his tie and looks through his texts to find his new assistants number. It’s one o’clock in the morning but he doesn’t care, he told her he would need to talk to her tonight.
She answers on the second ring. “This is Tabitha.”
“Ms. Faeleen, its Philip.” He’s too tired to care about formality right now but still can’t get himself to call her Tabitha.
“Yes sir, I expected you. How is your friend?”
“He’s doing well thank goodness.” He rests his head back on the couch and throws an arm over the back. Kicking off his shoes he puts his feet up on the coffee table.
“I’m glad sir. How can I help?”
“I’m going to be letting them stay here at my apartment in town for a few days. I’ll text you the address in a minute.” He sits forward, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sam, his girlfriend, will need a ride to their places to get some things and then needs to be driven to the apartment. You have a car right? You can do that?”
“Yes sir, to both items.”
“Good.” He lies down on the couch, staring at the ceiling. “Did anyone need me for anything after I left? How is that report coming?”
“I took care of everything, only a few people reached out. The report you asked for is almost complete.”
“Good, good.” He says as his eyes drift closed, beginning to get sleepy. “I’ll give you an extension until the day after tomorrow since you’ll be here for part of the day tomorrow.”
“Thank you sir.”
Tabitha goes quiet and just listens to the other end of the phone. Philip is quietly snoring. She smiles secretly and hangs up.
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