Fenrir's Fang

Chapter 2 - no good deed

Something was beeping at a slow steady pace, that was the first thing I noticed as my senses started to return. The smell of bleach and disinfectant was the next thing I noticed, then the pain in my body and the taste of pennies in my mouth. My eyes flew open and immediately clenched shut in the blindingly bright light of the room. Opened them more slowly, blinking several times with a groan; I tried to sit up but was immediately stopped by the 4 point restraints cuffing my arms and legs to the hospital gurney I found myself laying on.

Panic flooded my body with adrenaline as I arched my back and thrashed growling in pain and frustration. Tears swam in my eyes as I felt a popping sensation in my abdomen and the metallic scent of blood began to fill the room. The steady beeping turned erratic as my heart beat went wild, and a swarm of scrub clad people flooded the room. Kind brown eyes came into focus and a warm hand stroked my buzzed hair as the woman smiled down at me, her tone was soft and gentle "Shhh it's okay, you're okay" I snapped my teeth and bucked some more and she sighed sadly as she looked at the others "sedate him." My eyes widened and I screamed in impotent rage "No! Let me go!"

I felt a warmth flood my arm and I looked down to see one of the females pushing a syringe into the port of the iv stuck in my arm followed by a sudden instance of calm before I felt like I was going to simply float away. I was vaguely aware of someone messing with my abdomen but was too busy floating to care. The hand was back stroking my hair and my head lolled to the side as I heard the door open again. My vision was going fuzzy but as the large form approached I recognized the same Nordic-blue eyes from before. His voice was deep with a gravel like edge as he spoke with whom I assumed at this point was the pack doctor. "What happened?"

The hand never left the crown of my head as she spoke in soft tones, "he woke up panicking and burst several of his sutures. We've sedated him but he's strong, very strong. Most would have passed out from the dose we gave him. He's not healing Alpha, the injections keeping his wolf down are also suppressing his healing factor on top of these being rogue induced injuries" both kind brown and Nordic blue turned to look down at me and I felt a large calloused hand collar my throat again.

A deep threatening growl rattled in my chest as my wolf pushed to the forefront. The blue eyed male smirked, "he's alpha-blooded, look at his eyes… I've never seen red eyes on a wolf but his beast is definitely watching us. Reduce the injections but don't stop them… he's strong enough to survive without rapid healing" My wolf dumped a surge of adrenaline and strength into our bloodstream and I focused it all into pulling at the restraints of my uninjured arm until it ripped free sending the nursing staff scrambling as I grabbed the male's wrist and snarled as I tried to dislodge his hand from my throat. He chuckled, which only pissed me and my wolf off more until I felt the warmth in my arm again and groaned as more sedatives flooded my system.

My grip slackened and my hand fell away as my breathing slowed and my eyelids grew heavy. "If he stays you're going to be beating the girls off with a stick." The woman said with a light laugh that the man echoed. "He's a good looking kid, I'll give you that." The man said as his hand left my throat and lightly patted my cheek. "What is your name pup?" My eyes started to close and he patted my cheek again a little harder and I growled not a warning but the growl of a tired grumpy animal.

The man smiled this time and laughed, "I'll let you sleep, just tell me what to call you first kid." I swatted at his hand lazily, and tried to turn my head but he caught my jaw and I grumbled out an irritated "f*ck off" He jostled my jaw a little as I started to drift again, rousing me "what is your name, pup?" I groaned out "go f*ck yourself, Alpha" He released my jaw finally as my eyes rolled back and again everything went dark. The last thing I heard was a deep rumbling chuckle. Great, he found me amusing.

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The sound of dripping woke me, followed by a pungent odor of mold and mildew. My eyes were slower to open this time, the dimness of the area a welcome relief to the bright sterile lights that had assaulted them before. My body felt cold and stiff but the only pain I felt was in my shoulder. I rolled from the stone slab I had been laid on and landed on my feet immediately checking myself over. I was naked except for my boxer briefs, which seemed freshly laundered. Not going to think too hard about that creepy tid bit, but at least the gashes on my abdomen were fully healed.

The scars on my abs were an angry red but would eventually fade to a silvery-white like the rest that scattered across my body. I swept my eyes around my cell, the sound of the dripping unknown but the musky scent made perfect sense given my location. I was no longer in a hospital; they had moved me to the pack dungeon… this is what I get for helping people. No one seemed to be in the dank basement prison, as I approached the bars of my cell. I tried to push on the cell door and recoiled as my hands brushed the metal and it burned my bare skin. Silver… great. I tried to look down the hallway to see which way the exit might be, then turned and looked at the wall across from the cell.

I scrubbed my face with my hand then my head tilted as I noted the security cam and it's little glowing red dot mounted near the ceiling. The sound of a heavy door unlocking and being opened echoed from somewhere to the left. Several sets of footsteps came down the hallway as I backed up into the depth of my cell. Three sets of boots stopped in front of the bars, all belongings to staggering tall viking looking men.

The tallest of the 3 stared me down with such intensity it made my wolf rile with the challenge, a deep warning growl rattling my chest as my wolf perked up again as the tallest's scent tickled our nose. The norsemen and his heavily gloved hands turned a key in the lock of the silver cell door before pushing it open. I moved back putting as much distance between him and I as I could; moving low into a crouch ready to scrap. "I am Alpha Ulrick Bergström." He began, "To my left is my Beta Gunnar and to my right my Gamma Erik. You are currently in the cells of the River Mist Pack… I am going to ask you some questions and you will answer them."