Healer

Ronin

I heard the alarm clock blaring as I rolled over and slapped it off. Before opening my eyes, I took a deep breath and realized someone was with me in bed. I threw off my covers and sat up, rubbing my face. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw a lump in the covers that was last night's conquest. As I remembered the evening's activities, a small smile crossed my lips. I nodded to myself, proud of the she-wolf. I was finally able to get into my bed. Too bad for her, it ends here. Game over. Onto the next conquest.

After I got ready, I told her coldly that it was over and that she needed to move on. She gave me an angry growl as she dressed and left the room, slamming the door.

'Stop it! My wolf ordered.

'What?' I asked Thorn, my wolf.

'You should be waiting for our mate!' He spat through the link.

'Yeah, but we're done with her.'

'You are disgusting! Using them like that! We should be looking for our mate. We are meant for only one, and you are ruining it!'

'Shut up, you stupid wolf,' Thorn grumbled, shutting the link. I smirked and left my room.

I walked down the long hallway and the four flights of stairs to the kitchen. Clara flips around the stove, cooking eggs, bacon, pancakes, sausage, and homemade grits. She's been taking care of me since I was in diapers. I loved this woman as if she were my mother.

"Good morning, young alpha. How are you this morning?" I gave her a big smile and leaned in to kiss her cheek, then hugged her.

"I am quite well today. You?" I reached around her, stole a sausage link, and plopped it in my mouth.

" Fine. I saw your father and beta head up to the office. Here, have some breakfast before you go. I feel it will be a busy day". She handed me a plate full of food. I smiled and nodded as I sat at the counter and began eating.

"Hey man, where have you been?" I grunted without looking at my beta, Jax, and continued eating. "Thought you were coming to training this morning?" He sat beside me as Clara slid a plate towards him. He nodded in thanks and began eating.

"Busy," I answered, swallowing some pancakes and drinking juice.

"Yeah, I bet. Blonde, brunette, or redhead?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

I shook my head and took another bite of my eggs as Clara smirked and side-glanced at me.

"No way, you got the redhead!?!" he asked, turning to me. I shoved him away and finished my plate.

"Mind your own business," I answered, getting up and putting the plate in the sink.

"Lucky, but I wouldn't want to be your mate. Hell is coming for you!" I furrowed my brow and stared at him.

"What are you talking about?"

"What happens when you meet your mate, and she finds out about all your conquests before her? She's gonna be pissed!!" I rolled my eyes at him and started to walk out of the kitchen towards my father's office for the meeting.

"You're supposed to wait for your mate, dude," Jax called out to me, but I ignored him and continued to the office.

I saw my dad sitting at his desk with his Beta across from him.

"Son," he greeted me, and I nodded.

"Where's Jax?" He asked.

"He's on his way." I sat in a chair beside the desk and checked my phone. I swiped through all the texts from various girls who wanted to hook up. My latest one was from Gina, the redhead from last night. I was hesitant about opening it. As much as I'm not looking for a commitment, she would be in the running if I were. Intelligent, soft, agile, and open-minded. Someone who could stand beside me and run the pack. I'm not looking to be tied to one woman right now.

Just then, Jax walks into the office.

"About time, Beta Jax," my dad said sternly, with a hint of amusement.

"My apologies, Alpha Damon," he responded, giving him a bow in respect. My father nodded in return, and Jax sat beside his father, Beta Raymond.

"Okay, let's get started," Alpha began, pulling out some maps and a book of notes.

Yup. This is going to be a long one. I sighed deeply, looked at my father, and gave him my full attention.

It was just after 3 p.m. when we started wrapping things up. We spent five hours reviewing new patrol routes amid rising rogue activity. We also have new plans to strengthen the alarm systems and training. Jax will oversee the creation of a new training schedule that is stronger, longer, and more intense.

I will be doing more patrols with the warriors and the Beta and Alpha. I will be taking over Alpha of the pack soon, so I must be involved in every detail of the pack. Unfortunately, I still have much to learn, but I have a good handle on things.

I left the office with Jax and headed to the kitchen for a drink. As I opened the fridge to grab a bottle of water, soft hands wrapped around my waist.

"Hey Ronin," I smiled at the sultry voice and slowly spun to find Missy, a small blond-headed wolf I occasionally spend time with. She's one of my favorites, but that's my secret.

"Hey, Missy," I wrap my arms around her waist and lean down to kiss her when Gina enters the room.

"You are such a fucking pig!" I rolled my eyes, released my arms from around Missy, and pushed her behind me.

"What do you want, Gina?" I squared off and stared at her.

"I can't believe I trusted you, believed you. You're such a f**king man whore!" She screamed and turned to leave.

I wasted no time in grabbing her arm with anger and authority.

"You wanna try that again? You have no right to speak to me that way!" I gruffly said as she whipped her head around and stared at me.

"Let me slow it down for you... Alpha," She spat out the last word. "You. Are. A. Man. Whore! You disgust me!" She yanked her arm free and spat at my feet. My eyes widened in surprise that she dared to speak to me like that. My wolf was on edge at her disrespect, pushing to come through. My eyes went black with my wolf and my anger.

"You know that is no way to speak to your Alpha!" I yelled in my Alpha tone, but she stood still, seething in anger. This confused me, but I hid my expression.

"You are not my Alpha!" She annunciated each word through gritted teeth. Her face flushed red with anger and humiliation. "You used me and threw me away like trash. Then I find you here with another woman." She turned to Missy, who now had stepped to the side to watch the exchange. "Do you know he spent last night with me? In his bed?" Missy stifled her shock and anger, keeping quiet.

"What's going on here?" Alpha Damon demanded as he appeared in the doorway.

Missy bowed and kept her eyes down as I stared at my father while Gina glared.

"Just a misunderstanding, Alpha," I explained as I stared at Gina, giving her a silent order to keep quiet. She glared at me and then turned away.

"I was just leaving," Gina answered and left the kitchen. My dad looked at Missy, me, and the doorway where Gina had just left.

"Ronin," I shifted my eyes to him and waited for the lecture to begin. "My office now," I angrily sighed and ran my hand through my hair. Jax snuck out the back of the kitchen and was gone. Missy gave me a pathetic smile and bowed before leaving.

I followed my dad up the stairs to his office and sank into the seat I had just been in for five hours.

"Dad..." I started, but he cut me off.

"Right now, it's Alpha to you". Wow, he was pissed. He never gets like this unless I majorly screw up or piss him off. I shut my eyes to try to calm myself and my wolf down before I say something I regret.

"Alpha, it was all a misunderstanding. Gina was under the impression that we were...."

"I know exactly what kind of misunderstanding you seem to have with the female pack members. This is unacceptable behavior for a future Alpha! What happens when you meet your mate? Huh? What are you going to say to her? How will you explain your behavior, especially when every female in this pack knows you intimately!?" He was so angry that he had to stand and pace the room to quell some of his furious energy. I've never seen him this mad at me before. He wouldn't even look me in the eye.

"Dad, it's no big deal..." At this comment, he stopped and spun around to stare at me. His eyes were dark green, meaning Brutus, his wolf, was on the surface. "Alpha Brutus...." I bowed slightly to acknowledge his presence, to calm him a little. Rarely did Brutus come out, but it was not good when he did.

"Quiet pup!" He growled. "I am very disappointed in you. This is no way for an Alpha to act. Your mother and I did not raise you to be like this! When you find your mate..." Brutus glared at his pup at Ronin's interruption.

"I don't want to find my mate... at least not yet," I argued, but that was a mistake. He was before me in the blink of an eye, his hand gripped tightly around my throat.

"Your mate and your pack and your children are the most important things in your life. You will not forsake any of them!" He loosened his grip and pushed me away. Long ago, when my mother was pregnant with me, there was a rogue attack where she was injured so severely that she almost lost her life and mine. My dad never fully recovered from that, and after learning they could no longer have any more pups, he became even more protective of us. My entire life, he has been guiding me and teaching me how to be a good Alpha. Somewhere along the way, I lost interest in the good part of it and only saw the power and title that came with it-especially all the attention I received from the she-wolves of the pack.

My father closed his eyes and sighed heavily. I leaned back in my chair and stared at him, hoping this lecture was over.

"Son, I will be handing over the Alpha title to you as soon as you come of age... But..." he said the last bit with a bit of anger." Only if you find your mate." My eyes went wide, and I shot out of my chair.

"What!?" I shouted. "You can't do that!"

"I am the Alpha! I can do whatever I deem necessary and appropriate for MY pack! If you are not ready to step up, I will not be handing it over!" My father walked over to the large floor-to-ceiling windows that lined the office wall. Staring out at the training grounds, he sighed heavily.

"You will be Alpha one day, and I need to know that the pack is in good hands. I need to know that you will sacrifice everything to keep them safe. You will have your fated Luna beside you to help run the pack. I will not compromise on this, Ronin. Your mother and I have done everything for this pack. It is our blood, sweat, and tears that we gave up any future children for this pack so that they are safe and free." He finished quietly with a slight crack in his voice.

Damnit! I hate when he pulls the 'gave up future children" card on me. Of all things, that's one of the few things that tugs at my heartstrings. I feel incredibly guilty that I was their only child and heir, even though it was out of my control to do anything about it. Because of what they gave up, I'm an only child, knowing they wanted a large family. That's when the pack became the most essential thing in their life. They were not blood, but they were all family.

I dropped my head and sighed. "Yes, Alpha. I understand". He turned to look at me, his face softened, and his eyes were full of sorrow.

"Dad," he quietly said after a few moments, trying not to get choked up on his words. I looked him in the eyes and saw all the pain and suffering he and his mom went through to get where we are now-a complete, healthy, thriving pack-one of the largest in the southern US. I smiled and nodded at him.

"Dad....I'm..." Before I could finish my thought, the loud, blaring sounds of the air horn rang across the pack land. We stared at each other momentarily, then turned and ran out of the office. Flying down the staircase, we bust out the front door to see pack members running wild through the streets.

"What is going on?" I yelled to a passing warrior.

"Alpha. There is a fire in the rec center," he answered quickly, bowing before running off.

I turned toward the rec center to see clouds of dark gray smoke billowing into the sky. I looked around frantically, trying to form a plan.

'Ronin! Call the fire department to the center. I will get the teens out while we still can!" My father's mind linked me as I saw him run off.

'All firefighters, go to the rec center now! We have an unknown number of occupants inside,' I called out in the pack mind link and ran to the center. As I arrived, I saw the building engulfed in flames and a couple of teens running out of the front door.

"How many inside?" I yelled at them. They stumbled up to me, coughing and gasping for breath.

"Alpha, Jackie, and Tommy got out, but we haven't seen Katy or Brent yet!" I nodded to them and sent them off to the medical tent just across the street. I saw my dad run out, carrying a young woman, and drop her off.

"Dad! There's one more inside missing! I'll go..." He handed her to me and ran back inside.

"Take her to the medical tent. I'm going back in for the other boy!"

"Nooo! Dad, don't go in! Wait for the firefighters to come!" but he ignored me and disappeared inside. Just then, I heard a loud cracking sound and a deafening roar as the front door exploded, setting the front of the building on fire. I stood there, horrified as I watched half of the structure collapse into a pile of burning rubble.

"Dad! Nooooo!" I ran toward the building, but the heat's intensity pushed me back. I had to get to my father. I had to find a way in, but the entire exterior was set in flames as the fire department arrived and set out with hoses and ladders searching for the two known victims inside. With half the building in flames, nobody thought they would come out alive.

I stood there in shock, wondering what to do. My father just ran back into a burning building to save a young boy, a boy. In his father's eyes, one young boy was worth keeping his own life to grow up and live his own life. So that he could go to school, train, become a warrior, find his mate, and have a family of his own. That was worth the life of the Alpha. At that moment, I understood what it meant to be in charge of the pack, to care for and protect the members of the pack. Not just a bag but a family. The Alpha's family.

I realized what I had to do and ran toward the fire as the fire department members brought in hoses and doused it with water. They tried to hold me back from entering the burning structure, but I wrenched myself free and continued to find my father. Instead, they followed me as I fumbled through the side window, covering me with water. I broke the remaining glass, crawled through the opening, and fell on the floor. Looking around, all I could see was smoke and flames. Breathing was hot and harrowing, but I needed to find my father and the young boy, Brent. Staying low on the ground, I pulled my shirt over my nose, and the army crawled across the floor to where the door should be. Unfortunately, I couldn't see anything and hit the wall inside. Following the wall until I found the doorframe, I touched the wood with my wrist; it was hot, so I pushed it open anyway. On the main room floor, I saw my father trying to drag the young boy toward the only exit. I realized they would both succumb to the deadly smoke before he made it to the window. I asked my wolf for energy to crawl over and grab the boy.

"Get out, Dad! Now!" I tried yelling in between gasping and gagging from the smoke. It got dead silent just as we were within a few feet of the window. Not a sound to be heard. I wasn't sure if I succumbed to the smoke or what was happening. I did not feel any movement from Brent, who I assumed had gone unconscious on the floor. Suddenly, I heard a loud crack, and a whoosh of burning hot air came crashing into me, knocking me down. I instantly curled myself around the boy, and at that moment, I felt the second floor come barreling down on top of us. A searing pain was felt along my left side and onto my face and neck. I screamed in agony and tried to find a link for help, but I did not have enough energy for that. I saw a bright white light flash in my eyes, and a wave of refreshing coolness came over my body, and I could hear voices calling out to the Alpha and me. I had a slight urge of hope as I felt someone grabbing the boy and me, and then all sight and sound was gone. My last thoughts were of my father and if he made it out alive before I slipped into total darkness and felt nothing.

Tori

"Good morning, Tori. How was your evening?" I had just walked onto the unit and was heading for the nurse's station to put my bag down when I heard Tammy, a fellow newcomer nurse and my best friend, greet me.

"Morning, Tammy. It was good. I spent it with my father at the lake. How was yours?" She stood there grinning like an alley cat before throwing her left hand in my face. I grabbed it, thinking she would swat at me, when I saw a bright, glittery flash.

"Oh my God, he did it!" I looked at her left finger and saw the diamond reflecting the fluorescent lights. It was beautiful, a princess-cut stone surrounded by smaller green stones in a platinum setting. "Congratulations, it's beautiful!" She smiled brightly and giggled a bit before returning her hand to look at it herself.

"Thank you! He took me to our favorite little restaurant and then surprised me by taking me to the county fair. He knelt atop the Ferris wheel and popped the question under the full moon. Eric was so romantic!" She sighed as if remembering the moment, then looked at me with a questioning look. I sadly smiled in return and sat down at the desk. She gently pulled up a chair and sat next to me. Have you spoken to him lately? Gently rubbing my arm, her voice was soft and apologetic.

No, I called and left a message last week, but he hasn't returned it yet. Not even a text. I have no idea what happened. I guess it just wasn't meant to be." I smiled at her and began grabbing charts to review the notes from the last shift. Tammy sat there a moment longer, giving my arm a supportive squeeze, then started working on her charts. "Don't worry, he'll come around. Maybe he had an emergency.

Tammy and I were roommates in nursing school. It was a rocky start, but once we understood the little personality quirks, things improved. Five years later, we graduated at the top of our class, specializing in the burn unit. We both worked our asses off, helping, tutoring, and supporting each other so we could apply to Hidden Falls Medical Center. It was a top-ranked trauma center in the southern US-our dream job. Luckily, in our final year of school, an internship in the burn unit opened up, and with the help of a family friend, we both applied. Unable to choose, they created two internship positions. We were both ecstatic. We would be working together at the best hospital in the south.

Tammy was like a sister to me, and I was like a sister to her. She was there for me when my mother died of breast cancer in our second year of school. She was also my rock this past year, when the guy I was dating suddenly disappeared without a word. I thought we were doing well, getting closer, and progressing in our relationship, but apparently, I was wrong. She keeps telling me I am worth so much more and that he misses out on the best thing he'll ever get. Her encouragement made me smile and feel better, enough to get me through my day.

I spent the next hour walking through my patients' rooms, checking vitals, and adjusting their bedding. I had five burn patients under my care. I would measure their healing progress and change their bandages. After administering my patients' morning medications, I returned to my desk and prepared for an incoming transfer.

About an hour later, our new patient was settled into their room, and all the necessary IVs and medications were in place. With my checklist completed and satisfied, I quietly left the room, closing the door behind me.

Time passed quickly as the nurse tended to the patient's needs. Only immediate family could visit for an hour, wearing gowns, masks, and gloves. After explaining the reasoning, they obliged. Later, Dr. MacDonald visited and asked about the health of my father, who is still grieving the loss of my mother. We sat there briefly, discussing the internship and how Tammy and I were settling into the new ward. Once again, I thank him for the opportunity and assistance in securing this position. He replied that he was happy to help and glad that I was doing well in the new place. He starts to stand up, then hesitates and turns to me.

"Tori..." I turned to look at him, and his expression was apprehensive and questioning.

"Yes? Something wrong?" I asked, concerned.

"No, no. I am just wondering something." I looked at him expectantly, waiting for him to explain.

Something has come up, and I'd like to discuss it with you. Would you mind coming to my office after your shift today?"

"Of course, Dr. MacDonald. I should arrive around 3:30. He nods his head and stands.

"That will be fine, thank you." He smiled one more time, turned, and walked off. I watched him leave and wondered what that was about. Mrs. Nixon interrupted my thoughts by stepping behind the desk and dropping several charts before me.

"If you're done gossiping now, maybe you could update some of your charts, hmm?" She turned and walked away before I had a chance to reply. Shaking my head at the blatant rudeness of my charge nurse, I grabbed a chart and began reviewing the notes, jotting down my findings.

About an hour later, I finished my chart review and began my afternoon check on my patients. I was dispensing their medication and lunch as ordered by their physicians. I went in to check on our new patient and saw that he was still unconscious, but his vital signs were good. Slowly and carefully, I inspected his wounds and their healing progress and changed any soaked bandages. All in all, he was doing quite well.

I returned to the desk to complete my final notes and prepare my report for the next shift. I saw Tammy walk in and sit next to me. She had tears in her eyes and a frown.

"Tammy? What happened?" She turned to me slowly and took a deep breath.

Mrs. Campbell has just passed away. Shaking her head, she let a tear fall, and a quiet sob left her.

"Oh Tammy, I'm so sorry. " I put a supporting hand on her shoulder and held her hand. It took her a moment to compose herself before she dried her tears. Half an hour later, Tammy finished her reports and returned them to the rack.

"Hey Tori, after a long emotional day, we need a night out. What ya think?" She had a slightly cheery and hopeful look on her face. I was tired and unsure I wanted to go out, but if it made her friend feel better, she was all in.

"Sure, that sounds great. You could even bring Eric as our bodyguard." Her face brightened at that.

"That sounds like a good idea. I'll give him a call and let him know."

"I'll catch up with you later. I have a meeting with Dr. MacDonald after the shift."

Okay, I'll call you later around 8.

"Sounds good, see you later!" Tammy walked off towards the locker rooms, and Tori grabbed her bag and headed to the elevator for the ride up to the executive offices' fifth floor. Once there, she stepped out and walked down the hallway toward her mentor's office. Just before arriving, she overheard a bizarre phone conversation he was having, and suddenly a knot formed in her gut.

"Yes, Alpha, I'll talk to her soon and share all the details. I believe her background will be invaluable." There was a brief pause as he responded to questions. "I'll call you tomorrow with an answer. I hope so... I'll do my best. Goodbye, Alpha." She heard the phone placed in the cradle and hesitated, wondering whether to enter. Alpha? Who was he speaking to? Her mind raced, questioning which Alpha it could be and if this meeting was related.

Realizing she had been standing there for too long, she raised her hand slowly, took a breath, and knocked on the door. There was a brief pause, and then he answered.

"Come in," he said lowly. Tori pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Hello, Doctor. You wanted to see me? He turned, flashed her a big smile, and walked towards her.

"Tori! Yes, yes, please come in. Have a seat. Can I get you anything? Tea, water, coffee?" He was a bit anxious but genuinely friendly.

"Water will be fine, thank you." She sat in front of his large wooden desk and placed her bag on the floor at her feet. A moment later, he appeared with a water bottle and handed it to her.

"Thank you." She accepted the bottle and opened the cap. She took a large gulp, trying to calm her nerves before speaking.

"How was your shift today?" he asked, sitting at his desk and clasping his hands together.

"It went very well. I'm grateful for the opportunity, thank you. He smiled at that and nodded his head.

"Wonderful! I'm glad to hear it", he responded almost absent-mindedly. Tori grew a little uncomfortable and shifted in her seat. He started fidgeting in his seat, grabbing papers and stacking them neatly on his desk.

"Tori...." He started after taking a deep breath.

"Doctor...Gregory...is there something wrong? Is that why you wanted to see me?" He shook his head and slowly looked up before hesitantly continuing.

"Tori....I asked you here to ask for your help." Pausing, he took a sip of his water and sighed. ".... a friend of mine is having trouble caring for his nephew. He was caught in a fire about a year ago and has been dealing with the aftermath since."

"Oh my, that's terrible," Tori responded, her heart breaking for the family. "Is he...."

"The victim is his 25-year-old nephew, son of his late brother, who died in the same fire."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Gregory. What can I do?" He smiled at her. She was such a sweet young lady, always there to help a friend in need. Putting everyone before herself, doing whatever she could. However, she may change her mind, or even regret what he asks of her. He knows Tori has a past similar to his friend's and that she has been trying to avoid being anywhere near that circle, but he can think of no other way to help in this situation. Hopefully, she will set that aside, draw on her nurturing nature, and allow it to be.

"My friend, Colton, has no idea how to help his nephew out of his depression. He's had several specialists come and sit with him, but he refuses to talk to anyone. He was in a coma for six months and another three months, learning to walk and talk again. Although he is still undergoing physical therapy, he has made significant strides in his physical recovery. It's more his mental capacity we're concerned about." Tori sat silent, waiting for him to continue, wondering how she could help. He said the nephew was doing well, regaining his physical strength, but his mental capacity needed help. This was not her expertise, but the next thing out of his mouth stunned her and explained why all in one breath.

Alpha Colton formally requests your assistance with his nephew, the soon-to-be Alpha Ronin of the Hidden Falls Pack.

Tori was frozen in her seat. She felt like the breath had been knocked out of her lungs. Alpha? Hidden Falls Pack? She thought she had left that world behind when her mother took her and ran from her biological father over 18 years ago! That world. The werewolf world. She'd never thought of looking for it, let alone walking back willingly into it, and yet, here she was, being asked by a close friend to go to the pack and help a wolf, an Alpha, return to his former self so that he could take back control of his birth pack. His rightful place since his father's passing. Her friend asked her to use her inner healing abilities to help his nephew.

She recalled fragments of her life with the wolves. Her father, Merrick, was the Alpha, and her mother, mated to him, became the Luna. They had a whirlwind romance that led to Tori's birth. However, her mother struggled with the restrictions imposed on her and Merrick's infidelity. One night, after finding Merrick in his office with another woman, she decided to leave. She packed a bag, dressed Tori warmly, and fled during one of Merrick's drunken episodes.

Since then, Tori and her mother have moved around until they found a place where she feels comfortable and safe. That's when they met Gregory. Her mother had applied for a nursing job at a small medical clinic in a tiny town, where Gregory was the department head, hours away from where they had fled. He took an immediate liking to her and hired her on the spot. Their friendship grew over the years, and he introduced her to a friend who would become her now-stepfather; they clicked right away. They married a couple of years later and have been happy ever since. He accepted her like his own daughter. Her stepfather, Chase, and her mother, Sara, were unable to have children, so Chase spoiled Tori. Ensured she was loved and cared for, provided with everything she could want or need. He was her support system while she was in college and after her mother passed two years ago.

But here she was, being asked to return to that world willingly to help an Alpha return to his former glory. Could she? Did she want to? Can she hold back her prejudices to help a person in need? She would need some time to think about it.

"Can you tell me about him?" She asked quietly.

"He only woke up three months ago. Physical therapy sessions are held four times a week, and they have tried to get him to speak with a therapist, but he hasn't been cooperative. That's where you come in. You have experience with burn victims and their emotional states. He refuses to discuss what happened, and they want to ensure he is stable enough to lead the pack. He hasn't properly mourned the loss of his father, and his mother is lost in her own grief, so she is of no help either."

Tori sat there, contemplating the situation and wondering if it was a good idea to accept the task. Furthermore, her unique ability to heal would be incredibly beneficial. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly.

"I assume I would be staying at the house with him. What about my job here at the hospital? I worked hard to earn that position, and I don't want to give it up. How long will I be there?" Gregory rose from his desk and moved to sit in the chair beside Tori. He smiled softly at her and sighed.

"Yes, you will stay in the packhouse on the same floor as him and continue working here at the hospital. There's no need to worry about that." He took her hands in his and gently patted them. "I know this is a lot to ask, considering your past. But..." He looked down, taking a deep breath before continuing, "...I wouldn't ask if I didn't think you were the best person for the job. You have such a gentle and caring nature, as well as the patience of a saint! I truly believe you will achieve incredible things and help him overcome his depression, bringing him back to lead his pack." Tori looked down, worried, before she responded. "He only woke up three months ago. Physical therapy sessions are held four times a week, and they have tried to get him to speak with a therapist, but he hasn't been cooperative. That's where you come in. You have experience with burn victims and their emotional states. He refuses to discuss what happened, and they want to ensure he is stable enough to lead the pack. He hasn't properly mourned the loss of his father, and his mother is lost in her own grief, so she is of no help either."

Tori sat there, contemplating the situation and wondering if it was a good idea to accept the task. Furthermore, her unique ability to heal would be incredibly beneficial. She closed her eyes and shook her head slightly.

"I assume I would be staying at the house with him. What about my job here at the hospital? I worked hard to earn that position, and I don't want to give it up. How long will I be there?" Gregory rose from his desk and moved to sit in the chair beside Tori. He smiled softly at her and sighed.

"Yes, you will stay in the packhouse on the same floor as him and continue working here at the hospital. There's no need to worry about that." He took her hands in his and gently patted them. "I know this is a lot to ask, considering your past. But..." He looked down, taking a deep breath before continuing, "...I wouldn't ask if I didn't think you were the best person for the job. You have such a gentle and caring nature, as well as the patience of a saint! I truly believe you will achieve incredible things and help him overcome his depression, bringing him back to lead his pack." Tori looked down, worried, before she responded.

"Can I sleep on it? Can I give you an answer tomorrow?" Slowly raised her head to look at him. He gave her a big smile and nodded.

"Of course! Take some time and sleep on it. Give me a call tomorrow. If you have any questions beforehand, let me know."

"Thank you, Gregory. I will give you my answer tomorrow, then." They both stood and shook hands. He walked her to the door and opened it for her. Before stepping out, he stopped her.

"Tori. Please give it some real thought. Alpha Colton wouldn't have called to ask if he had other options. I know this is not an ideal situation for you, returning to the wolf world, but I genuinely believe you are what they need to help the young Alpha get back on the right track to healing his mind and soul. She couldn't help but think that statement had a hidden meaning, but she held her tongue and smiled at him.

"Thank you, Gregory. I'll let you know." With that, she walked out of the office, headed down to the parking garage, and drove home.

Tori POV

Tori heads back to the bar and meets Tammy and Eric at the door.

"Tori! Are you okay? What happened?" She puts her arm around her friend and leads her back inside.

"I found Jonas." Tammy's eyes widened, and she looked behind her to see if he was still out there. "He was... fooling around with another woman in his truck." Tears fell down her face as they found a table at the back, away from most of the crowd. Taking a seat, Eric buys another round of drinks for them.

"Oh, honey, I'm so sorry you had to see that. Did he say anything to you?" She asked as she handed her friend a cocktail napkin. Tori dotted her eyes and shook her head.

"I don't want to hear his excuses! The woman had her head in his lap; that's all I needed to know." Fresh tears fell as Eric returned with the drinks and stood beside Tori.

"Do you want me to go kick his ass?" He asked seriously. Tori raised her head to look into his eyes and saw he was not joking. For a brief moment, Tori saw his eyes flash black, then return to their bright green.

"No!" Her heart raced momentarily, and she realized what Eric was; she didn't need any bloodshed today. "Thank you, but no. I'm done with him! He can do what he wants now." Tammy gave her a sad smile and rubbed her arm.

"Well, let's have a drink and maybe..." Tammy wore a mischievous smile. "...we can do some karaoke!"

"Oh no, I couldn't." Tori shrank in her seat and shook her head.

"Come on! You used to sing all the time at school! It made you feel better. I bet they even have your favorite song!" With that, she jumped up and ran to the DJ. Tori tried to grab her arm, but she was too quick and ran across the dance floor towards the DJ booth.

"I'm not getting out of this, am I?" She said aloud, watching her friend.

"Doesn't look like it." Tori took her shot and tossed it back before turning towards Eric.

"I appreciate your offer, but I don't think that would've been a good idea. Too many people are watching." Eric stared pensively at her before answering.

"I am your friend. I love Tammy, and that means everything to her. You are a part of her life, and now, mine too. If you need anything, let me know." He answered with a small smile. He put his arm around her shoulders and hugged her gently. "Just say the word, and I'll kick his ass back to wherever that slime ball came from!" Tori let go of a bright smile and shook her head.

"I'm good-no more Jonas. Let's have fun tonight." Eric smiled and pulled his arm back.

"Now that's the spirit!" He grabbed his glass and downed his shot as Tammy returned to the table.

"You guys, OK?" She asked tentatively before wrapping her arms around Eric.

"Yeah, Eric was just offering his hitman services," Tori answered with a chuckle. Tammy made a severe face and stared at Tori.

"You let us know, and we'll both do some ass-whooping!" Tammy retorted while punching her palm with her fist. Eric and Tori just laughed and took another shot.

"Well.... are we doing this or what?" Tori shouted while standing up and looking around at the bar full of drunk patrons.

"After this song, he'll call you up, and you can let loose!" Tori nodded and continued scanning the crowd. It was full of people drinking, dancing, and having a good time. Then, she spotted a man standing in the corner next to the bar with his arms folded across his chest. He was staring right at her. Her heart started racing, and her breathing picked up. It wasn't fear she felt, but a sense of... longing or need... maybe? It was weird. She doesn't recognize him, but she feels like she knows him.

Slowly, she stepped towards him, but the DJ announced to the speaker that a guest had requested to sing. The crowd clapped and shouted as Tammy pushed me towards the small stage at the front of the dance floor. She looked at the man, then continued toward the DJ.

She hesitantly stepped up on stage and slowly turned towards the waiting crowd. Taking the microphone in her hand, she nodded at the DJ to start the song. She waited for the intro and took a deep breath.

The music started, and she slowly fell into the rhythm of the sexy and sultry beat. She was swaying her body and rolling her head back and forth in an erotic rhythm.

As she started singing her favorite song, "Ignite," she felt herself calm down and relax a little. She was never afraid of public speaking or being in front of groups, but she hadn't done it in a long time. She looked out onto the dance floor and saw people slowly beginning to dance to the music's rhythm. She placed the microphone back in its holder and started dancing, slow and seductive, her hips and legs moving. Losing herself in the music and the words, she belted out the chorus in her firm, confident voice. Closing her eyes, she could feel the music running through her, relaxing her even more, becoming one with the words. She lost all sense of her surroundings until a warm, comfortable presence appeared. She smiled to herself, expecting Tammy to be up there with her; she opened her eyes. To her surprise, it wasn't Tammy. It was the man from across the bar. He stood at the back of the dance floor, staring up at her with his arms at his sides as if restraining himself from approaching her. As she continued, she stared into his eyes and was lost in the ocean-blue orbs before her. She quickly noticed the rest of him as he towered over everyone there, his broad, muscular chest tapering down to long, sturdy legs that hinted at power beneath his dark jeans. His face, oh, that face was created by the Gods themselves! Solid and gentle features, but screamed power and authority. High cheekbones that bowed down to a sharp jawline, with firm and sensually tempting lips. His dark hair landed in waves just below his shoulder line. He had a powerful aura about him, one that made her feel safe but cautious. The man screamed sexy and dangerous all in one. A gorgeous specimen of a man, much like a rugged mountain man. He was too beautiful, way out of her league. Yet, here he was, staring at her without thinking of the outside world. But the look in his eyes almost made her stop and forget what she was doing. He showed no emotion on his handsome face, only eyes of determination and... longing? Does this man know her from somewhere? Tori was sure she'd never met him, and yet...

The song was coming to an end; in the final chorus, she sang as if singing to him with a hint of sexy need while swinging her body and hips around to the last beat.

When she was finished, he took a small step forward as the crowd around her clapped and whistled their approval of her talents.

"That was amazing! Well done! Miss Tori, everyone!" The DJ blared across the speakers as Tori's cheeks blushed, and she gave a small wave. She returned to provide the DJ with a thumbs-up before playing an upbeat techno track. Turning around to step off the stage, Tori noticed the beautiful man was gone. Looking left and right, she saw no sign of him and felt disappointed. Carefully stepping off the stage, she returned to her friends and sat.

"That was fantastic!" Eric shouted while handing Tori a mug of beer. She gracefully accepted it and took a large swig.

"Haven't lost your touch, amazing as always!" Tammy gushed as she tapped her mug against Tori's.

"Thanks, guys, that felt awesome!" Taking another swig of her beer, she glanced towards the door and saw the eyesore from before. Going entirely still, frozen in her chair, she stared at the man and his bimbo.

"Tori?" Tammy asked, concern filling her voice. "What's wrong?" Turning her head, she saw what Tori was staring at and immediately became angry. "That son of a bitch!" She slammed her mug down on the table and was going to confront the guy, but Eric grabbed her arm before she could take a step.

"Babe, calm down." Flaring her nostrils and trying to control her anger at the man who so profoundly hurt her friend, she stood still.

"Eric...." She mumbled low, and they all turned to see Jonas facing off with a giant man. Eric swore quietly under his breath.

Tori gasped as she saw the beautiful man from before glaring at Jonas. They had words, and their body language made them unfriendly. The man towered over Jonas. He was enormous and gorgeous! Jonas was six feet, so the man must be at least three or four inches taller. Tori couldn't help but admire the man standing square with Jonas. His arms were at his sides, and his fists were balled tight. His hair flowed wildly down his back, and he stood tall and proud, unafraid of anything. She so desperately wanted to rub her hands up and down his chest and through his hair and....wait, wait, wait. "Where the hell did that thought come from? I don't even know him! Oh, but I want to...." Tori shook her head and turned towards Tammy.

"Who is that guy?" Eric looked nervously at Tammy, then at Tori.

"He's a friend of mine. Nice guy." The girls looked at the man, their eyes wide.

"You know him?" Tammy asked.

"Yeah, we work together." Tori slowly turned to face Eric, her eyes narrowing. He shrugged slightly and looked down.

"His name is Victor." Tori returned to the scene before them and watched the man converse with Jonas, who was trying to step around him, his bimbo cowering behind him.

"Victor," Tori said breathlessly. She didn't think anyone could hear her, but Victor turned his head towards her and caught her eyes as if he did. Tori felt her heart racing and her breath slowly escaping. Those gorgeous eyes were looking right at her again. Not knowing what to do, Tori looked away and grabbed her mug of beer. He had caught her checking him out, and she couldn't face him.

"I think he's taking care of the problem." They all spun around to see Victor grab Jonas by the arm and lead him outside. They could hear shouting and... growling?

"What the hell was that?!" I shouted before taking off towards the door. Although she knew what it was, she didn't want any bloodshed here where others could see, and trying to explain would be even worse.

"Tori, wait!" But she ignored the calls for her and kept going outside until she found the two men squaring off, trying to intimidate each other. By the looks of it, Jonas was not doing an excellent job. Victor towered over him by a good three or four inches.

"It's none of your business, man; back off!" Jonas yelled at Victor. Jonas tried to walk around him, but Victor grabbed his arm again and pulled him back in front.

"It is my business! You need to take your sorry ass out of here before you regret it!" Jonas looked up and saw Tori standing there, wide-eyed, with anger on her face.

"Tori!" He yelled before skirting around Victor and running up to her. Grabbing both her arms in his, he started shouting in her face.

"Did you send him after me, huh? Are you trying to get rid of me by scaring me? Or having someone fight me?" He was shaking her, and he was so close she could feel his breath and spit from all his yelling. "You're such a bitch! I never did anything to you!" Before she knew it, his hand came across and slapped her cheek. She flew back onto the ground, hitting her head on the pavement. She felt him kick her in the leg before the sounds of pounding feet got louder. It all happened in a matter of seconds. She turned her head to see what was going on. That's when she heard the most deafening roar ever. Everyone froze. With her one eye now swollen shut, she could only see from the other eye, but it was fuzzy at best. Through the fog, she saw a prominent figure fighting with a smaller one in the distance. A moment later, it was quiet, and she lay her head back down and focused on her breathing. Her face was throbbing, and her leg was hurting as well.

A few moments later, Tori slowly sat up enough to look around and see that Victor had grabbed Jonas's shirt and was ready to punch him in the face. Anger raced through her soul and fire in her veins. Raising herself, she limped over to the two men and was ready to reveal her feelings. She placed her hand on Victor's arm and stared right at Jonas.

"I'm done with you, Jonas. I never want to see or speak to you again. Stay away from me." She spoke slowly and low through gritted teeth.

"Yeah? Or else what?" He asked with a ragged breath.

Tori tilted her head at him, then looked up at Victor. A slow, evil smile came across her face as she turned back to Jonas. Staring at him, she flashed her fiery amber eyes and returned to normal. His eyes widened as he realized what she was. He wasn't afraid, just shocked.

"You want to find out?" She dropped her hand from Victor, and he released his hold on the man's shirt. Jonas backed up and straightened his clothes. Shaking his head, he glared at Tori as he walked away towards his truck after grabbing his woman.

Tori watched as he started his truck, backed out of the spot, and drove away, leaving a cloud of dust in his wake. Taking a deep breath, she turned to find Victor gone, and Tammy and Eric walked towards her.

"You, okay?" Tammy asked, slipping her arm over her shoulder and rubbing her arm with the other one. Tori glanced around, but Victor was not in sight. Sadly, she turned to answer her friend.

"Yeah, I'm okay." Tori gently patted her face where he had slapped her and winced. "Eric, can you take me home, please?"

With her arm still around Tori's shoulders, Tammy guided her back to their SUV. Eric opened the doors for them. After they were all in and buckled, he started the engine and pulled out of the lot.

During the ride home, there was a comfortable silence as Tori leaned her head on Tammy's shoulder, soft music playing over the speakers.

When they arrived at her house, Eric helped her out of the truck and through the front door. She slumped on her couch as Tammy went into the kitchen to get ice for her face and hand, which had now become swollen and slightly bruised.

"Where did Victor go?" Eric glanced at her, then down at his feet. He slowly shook his head before answering.

"I don't know." Tori glared at him, telling him she didn't believe him. He sighed heavily and then turned towards her.

"Look, Tori, he wasn't supposed to show himself. Not yet, anyway. He is a friend of mine, so you don't have to worry about him. I can't explain anything right now, but I can soon. I promise."

"Does Tammy know?" He looked at her funny.

"Does she know about you?" Giving him a pointed look. He twisted his face like he didn't understand why she didn't know.

"Of course she does; she's my mate. I had to tell her. She's bound by the oath to keep the secret." Tori just nodded, took a deep breath, and slowly released it.

"Does she know about me?" she timidly asks, eyes down low. Eric looks at her with a sad face.

"Yes, I do," Tammy answers as she returns to the room with the ice. Sitting next to Tori, she places the wrapped ice bag on her hand and hands her another to put on her face. "I've known for quite a while." She says with a light sigh.

Speechless, Tori gapes at her in question.

"How? Why didn't you...?"

"Say anything?" Tammy finishes with her eyebrows raised. Well, I'm bound by oath not to reveal the secret, right? I only assume that means for all, not just Eric." Tori stares at her friend while holding an ice bag to her face, eyes wide. A million thoughts run through her mind about when and how she found out.

"Do you remember when you got that respiratory infection back in our second year?" Tori nods. "You were put on a ventilator and were in a coma for a week. They had no idea how to treat you. You weren't responding to normal methods or medicine. So, I contacted your dad, and he, in turn, called Dr. MacDonald to help. The hospital gave him privileges to treat you, and he gave you some super pill or something, and you got better. The point is, I didn't leave your side that entire week. I learned some of your history from your dad. Of course, he left the heavy stuff for you to tell, but since I wouldn't leave, he thought it best to tell me the basics and make me promise not to tell your secret, or it puts you in danger." Tori had tears in her eyes and sat quietly, listening to Tammy. Eric approached the couch, sat beside Tammy, and held her hand.

"All this time, you knew and didn't say anything...even to me." Tori closed her eyes as tears fell, then just shook her head.

"Why?"

"It was a secret. "She whispered, leaning in towards Tori. "I figured you'd tell when you were ready. I got the gist of it all from your dad, but when I met Eric, I couldn't deny it anymore. They are real. You are real. Eric is real. I love you guys more than anything and would never betray you like that." She sat back, smiling at Eric, and gently grabbed Tori's hand. "I'm pretty open-minded, so with the evidence right before me, I chose to accept it." Eric leaned over and placed a soft kiss on Tammy's head as he squeezed her hand. Tori nodded in acceptance of her answer.

"Who was that guy at the bar?"

"Victor? A friend of mine. Yes, he's a wolf too. You don't have to be afraid of him; he won't hurt you." Eric gave her a mischievous smile. "Besides, I think he kinda likes you." Tori snapped her head towards Eric and scrunched up her face.

"Puh-lease! The man is a God himself; why would he even......" Tori stopped short, realizing what she just said.

"A God, huh?" Eric answered teasingly. Tori just hid her face in embarrassment. Tammy chuckled at Tori and grabbed her hand.

"...And why not! You are beautiful, smart, sassy, and sexy! Everything a man could want and more!"

"Not," Tori thought back to her time with Jonas, when he had gotten up and left her without notice; she felt abandoned and humiliated. Tammy shot her a sad, knowing look.

"Oh, sweety, don't think about him. That douchebag wouldn't know a good thing if it sat on his face!" Tori screeched at this and covered her mouth with her hands.

"Tammy!" Eric laughed out loud beside Tammy, who just smiled with a determined nod.

"Well, he wouldn't! It's his loss."

After a few minutes of laughing and good-natured shoving, Tori's heart felt lighter, and her tears had dried up. She looked down at her hand and inspected it, slowly moving her fingers to see if it was broken.

"That was one hell of a punch you gave that fender. Did you see the dent you left?" Eric chuckled.

"Yeah, now I'm paying for it. I don't think it's broken, though. It'll certainly leave a mark in the morning. Speaking of which, I need to get some sleep. I have a busy day tomorrow. Dr. MacDonald asked me if I wanted to do private home care for his friend, and I need to answer him by tomorrow."

"What?!" Tammy spun with an incredulous look on her face. Tori sheepishly smiled before answering.

"Yeah, his friend has a nephew who was in a fire and is having trouble assimilating into the real world. He was caught in a fire and is struggling with the recovery process."

Tammy let out an exasperated breath and shook her head. Eric grunted in mild disapproval before speaking.

"Tori, who is this friend?" He gave her a knowing look, arms crossed.

"Umm... his name is Colton. His nephew, Ronin, was caught in a house fire. It's the same fire where he lost his father. Eric became stone-faced and dropped his arms. Glancing at Tammy, he questioned further.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm supposed to stay at their... "She closed her eyes and winced as she said the word. "...Packhouse." Tammy jumped to her feet and stared at Tori. Eric stood silent with wide eyes.

"Tori! Can't you be serious? That could be dangerous! You don't even know these people."

"They are friends with Dr. MacDonald. They can't be that bad."

"Tori, Colton is friends with Dr. MacDonald. I bet there is a lot that he doesn't know about him. Is the doctor aware of... "Tori slowly nodded her head.

"Yeah, he knows about them." Tori carefully stands, walks to the window, and stares outside. "This is what I do. I heal people. At least, I try to. Everyone deserves a chance to heal. I have made up my mind. I will talk with my dad about it tomorrow at lunch, but I will take him up on his offer. If he is coming to me, then it must be bad." Eric and Tammy looked at each other and then sighed. Tammy walked over and grabbed her hand.

"I know. I want you to be safe. Don't take any unnecessary chances."

"Don't worry. I'll do my research before I go." Tori turned and hugged her friend. Looking at Eric over her shoulder, she felt uneasy under his stare. It looked like he knew something but wasn't going to say it. She decided to worry about that later. Her head was pounding, and her leg was throbbing.

"Alright, sweety, we'll talk again tomorrow. You get some rest." Tammy pulled away and smiled sadly at her friend.

"Thank you both for being there tonight. I did have fun... "she shrugged her shoulders before slightly chuckling. Tammy chuckled with her, but Eric was quiet.

Tori walked them or limped to the door and said their goodnights.

Tori closed the door behind them and sighed. She still had many questions about what happened at the bar with Victor. Who was he? Why was he here? Why does he feel so familiar? She was too tired to dwell and would figure it out later. Right now, she wanted to sleep. But first, she tried calling her father to ask him to lunch. Even though it was late, she knew he would still be awake.

She picked up her phone, dialed her father's number, and let it ring. He answered after only two rings.

"Tori, honey? You, okay?" She chuckled to herself.

"Yeah, Dad, I'm okay. I was calling to see if you wanted to have lunch tomorrow, " she said as she curled up on her couch.

"That would be wonderful! You thinking dinner?"

"Yeah, we can go to George's Diner if you like."

"Sounds good." He hesitated for a moment, then continued. "You got something on your mind?" Tori sighed and quickly thought about saying anything. He always supported her decisions and guided her through the tough ones.

"I need to bend your ear about something."

"What is it?"

"I have to decide on a temporary job I was offered." She heard him sigh from the other end.

"What kind of job?" He asked skeptically.

"Dr. MacDonald asked me if I would help a friend of his. It seems his nephew is having trouble getting back to normal life."

"That doesn't sound so bad."

"His nephew is the future Alpha of the Hidden Falls Pack." She heard dead silence on the other end.

"They want you to heal him?" He asked abruptly.

"Sort of. He is struggling to return to mainstream life mentally. As far as I know, he is healed and attending physical therapy."

"Are you sure that is something you want to do?"

"I have no idea. That's why I would like to vent my pros and cons. You were always a good listener." He chuckled a little.

"You know I will always help. We'll talk about it tomorrow."

"Thank you, Dad; I'll meet you there at noon?"

"Sounds good, see you then. Good night, sweetheart."

"Good night, Dad. I love you."

"Love you too." She hung up, sat back on the couch, and sighed. Her hand and the side of her face started to throb a little. Slowly, she got up and headed into the kitchen to get a bottle of water and two painkillers. Tossing the pills in her mouth, she washed them with a gulp of water, replaced the bottle in the fridge, and headed towards the stairs.

Tori retreated to her bedroom to begin her evening routine before sleep. Removing her dress and shoes, she grabbed her green plaid pajama pants and a loose white tank top and disappeared into the bathroom. After brushing her teeth, washing her face, and combing her hair, she dressed in her pajamas and headed to bed. Crawling under the sheets and comforter, she set her alarm early the following day, lay her head down, and closed her eyes. The painkillers finally kicked in, and she was drifting off to sleep. The image of Victor came to mind, and she smiled. She was going to have some charming dreams tonight!