Breaking the Blood-Wolf Luna

CHAPTER 10

*KINCAID*

"WHAT DO YOU mean you have to keep me here for some days?" Kincaid snarled. Doctor Alan, who was unfazed at the raging giant, simply shrugged.

"It's very unusual for a werewolf to just... blackout," Doctor Alan said, writing on clipboard. "I have to make sure it doesn't happen again, and what caused it in the first place before I can let you go."

"You can't keep me," Kincaid said, standing up. "I am your Alpha. I give the commands and you follow them, not the other way around."

Doctor Alan flushed red. He adjusted his tiny glasses on the bridge of his nose. "Technically, You are not yet alpha. Not until your father steps down - which he hasn't."

Kincaid growled. The sound seemed to shake the walls of the ward. Doctor Alan involuntarily took a step back. "And besides, you wouldn't want to collapse again in front of the pack. They would worry about you, and such tension is bad for the easy flow of the pack."

Kincaid saw reason in what the Doctor had just said, so he nodded and sat on the bed.

Doctor Alan heaved a sigh of relief. "Now," He said, slapping on a pair of latex gloves. "We are going to take a sample of your blood. We need to be sure of what we're dealing with here." He tapped the end of a needle and gently poked it into Kincaid's wrist.

"What do you think is wrong with me?" Kincaid asked as he watched the doctor eject the blood into a test tube and cork it tight.

Doctor Alan gave it a thought for a while, and then he said, "As I told you before. It is unusual for a werewolf, especially one of alpha blood, to get sick. But it is not unheard of."

"So anything could be wrong with me," Kincaid concluded.

"I didn't say that," Alan shook his head. "We can thin it down to a few things. Inadequate sleep. How many hours do you sleep?"

"6..."

"That's not so --"

"...in the past 1 week," Kincaid added nonchalantly.

Doctor Alan froze. "Okay. That is not good. Your brain needs sleep."

Kincaid looked away. "My brain needs food and water. And it gets those."

"Well, inadequate sleep can be a probable cause of your fainting. Are you under stress?"

Kincaid snorted in reply. "You're the doctor. You tell me."

Doctor Alan nodded and wrote something on his clipboard again. Then he dropped it and picked up a syringe. "Well, I am going to give you something for your stress, okay?" He inserted the needle into a liquid can and sucked it all out before jabbing Kincaid on his upper arm and pressing the needle in.

"What was that?" Kincaid asked, but his eyes were already closing. "What was..."

"Sleep." Doctor Alan pressed his hand against Kincaid's chest and pushed him to lie down. He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.

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I am standing in a field. A field of... I can't place the smell. But it smells like dandelions and honey. All around me, the wind whistles as it blows over the millions of blooming sunflowers.

The air is cool and the sky is bright. I hear a laugh. It's a laugh I will always recognize. It's a laugh I haven't heard in a long time. The laugh of Roxanne. I turn around, expecting to see her, but instead, I see Caer. My wolf spirit. He is standing beside me and I am dwarfed by his size. He looked down at me sadly. The sadness is an emotion that runs between the both of us.

The wind carries the sound of laughter to our eats again and we follow it, moving through the sunflowers that brush my thighs softly.

Suddenly, we come to an opening and I see her. But she is still a child, like the last time I saw her when we were 14 and innocent. She regards me with her deep soulful eyes and comes up to me. Her leg doesn't touch the grass and her skin shines with a kind of opaque light.

Firstly, she brushes Caer's muzzle with her hand. He lowered his head so she could reach, and then she looked at me and reached for my chin too. It was a weird sensation, seeing her touch me but not feeling the touch. It felt like a whiff of cool breeze.

"You still carry a lot of pain, Kincaid," She didn't open her mouth but her voice sounded in my head. It is soft and gentle.

I opened my mouth to speak but no voice could come out. It is like my voice box has disappeared.

"You should free up your spirit, Kincaid," she says again. "I am with the moon goddess now, and she told me she has some big plans for you, Caid. But you have to open your heart." She moves back as she speaks. "Open your heart, Caid. Let go of the anger and pain."

Her voice begins to sound distant as she grows fainter and fainter. "Open your heart and mind..."

******

KINCAID WOKE UP with a gasp. It was a dream, a very real-looking dream. "Open your heart, what the f**k does that even mean?" He looked around, it was dark outside. Hadn't he come to the hospital in the morning?

He did not realize that he wasn't alone until a wet cold towel rubbed on his face. He snatched the wrist that held the towel and gripped it tight. His hand circled the wrist easily and he noted that it was a woman's. His vision was still blurry from the medication, so he could see in the dark like usual.

"How long was I out for?" He asked in a gruff tone.

"Almost 16 hours," the sultry voice replied and snatched her hand away.

"I know that voice," he muttered. "You are the new girl the one from North London, and you were in the next cell in that prison. I recognize your voice from that cheeky quote you recited in captivity."

"If you're going to mock my father's last words, then you better find another nurse!" She snapped, dropping the wet towel on his chest and walking out. She slammed the door of the private ward behind her, leaving Kincaid alone.

He groaned as he stood up. The door opened again, and he scented his beta, Liam, before he came into sight.

"I passed your Cinderella on the way out," Liam said. "She looked quite pissed"

"I did not get a look at her face," Kincaid muttered. "That doctor's drugs are f*****g with me."

"Well, he admitted to having given you a bit of an overdose," Liam said, smiling sheepishly.

"Wait till I get my hands on him," Kincaid growled. He sat up and gripped the side of the bed because he felt woozy. Liam hurried to his side but did not offer to assist. He simply stood, his hands were crossed as he assessed Kincaid.

"How are you feeling?" Liam asked.

"That wrench said I was out for 16 hours, "

Liam looked at his phone and nodded. "Yeah. That sounds about right. And her name is Adrienne."

"I don't give a s**t about her name," Kincaid snarled. "She is from North London. The pack that brutalized my mate." He closed his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Liam asked, noting the change in Kincaid's demeanor.

"I saw Roxanne," Kincaid sighed. "She told me... she said..." he had completely forgotten what Roxanne's spirit had told him in the dream. He growled in frustration.

"Easy, Caid," Liam said, putting a hand on Kincaid's shoulder. "You'll remember, just don't force it."

Kincaid shrugged Liam's hand away and stood up. He placed a hand on the wall to steady himself.

"I don't think you have been dismissed by the doctor, " Liam tried to argue.

Kincaid scoffed. "I want to sleep in my bed. Doctor Alan can go to hell." He made his way to the front door. The hospital was deserted. Not many werewolves ever needed the need of a hospital or doctors and nurses, but most packs still had them on standby.

There was a nurse at the front desk, she started to stop Kincaid from leaving, but one growl made her step back. Liam smiled at her apologetically as he rushed after Kincaid.

"What now?" Liam asked rhetorically when they were in the open yard.

"Now, you will take me home," Kincaid said. "And for as long as that wrench stays in this pack, I will make her suffer the way her pack made my mate suffer."