Page 29 of Her Cold-Hearted Alpha: Part 1

"Things will be ok. Come on, let’s get you cleaned up and get you something to drink." I said softly, helping her stand. I helped her to a chair and made her sit down.

"Kiara, he said he’ll come back for me!" She sobbed.

"No one can do anything to you. I promise." I said stubbornly. I would never allow some ratty rogue to touch one of my own pack members. "Not under our watch."

"Kiara!"

I turned and saw one of the pack doctors running past.

"We could use you, there’s a lot injured!"

"I’ll be fine." Barbara said, giving me a weak smile. I saw her clutch her neck.

"Are you sure you’re ok?" I asked. She winced but nodded.

"I’ll head home." She stood up.

"Let me at least get you a herbal drink." I said firmly, mind linking one of the nurses. She shook her head.

"I’m fine, just upset. You should get to helping. A lot of people were injured quite bad."

"Ok but just wait, someone's bringing you the drink."

She nodded hesitantly and I smiled, unable to waste any more time. Ping the nurse bought the drink for her before she left. It would clear any toxins from her body and repel anything the rogue may have been carrying.

I stepped past the first ward and my stomach churned, the strong smell of blood filling my nose - mixed with the smell of fear, anxiety and panic. All six beds held a patient, each one supporting injuries. Someone was assisting each of the injured. Some looked a lot worse and, from what I could make out, some of the worse patients were not even in these wards but were being operated on or being prepared for surgery.

I rushed on to the next ward and saw three beds were not being attended to yet. I walked over, analyzing which one looked worse off. Settling on a young man in his early twenties. He was an omega from what I could tell. He had his arms wrapped around his knees, blood covered his clothes and soaked the sheets he was sitting on. The only thing he was holding was an already blood-soaked towel over his shoulder. His head was also bleeding profusely.

"Hey, mind if I check you over?" I asked gently. He was clearly shaken. Omegas were not fighter wolves. I looked around, realising that the other patients looked like omegas too. Where had the attack come from? At what point did the break-in occur?

"U-um… sure." He whispered, flinching as I tore his shirt off to examine his wounds. I frowned as I observed the injuries. These were no Rogue attacks; these marks were made from a Wendigo. If these were made by a werewolf, they would have been healing slowly by now, but they weren’t. Just like my injury, they were working slowly. At this rate, he would bleed out. I looked at him, my face paling.

"Were you attacked by a Rogue or something else?" I asked, wanting to confirm. He shook his head shaken but he didn’t miss the tremble in my voice.

"I didn’t see." He whispered.

‘Dad, one of the patients was bitten by a Wendigo. There’s definitely a Wendigo out there.’ I said through the link as I rushed to get something to clean the wounds with.

‘Fuck.’ His reply came.

I had sensed his unease before he had blocked his emotions. I wondered what was going on out there, as I quickly tended to this boys injuries. I cleaned the wounds first before I began to stitch him up. He hissed in pain and I gave him an apologetic look, placing a hand on his arm.

"I’m sorry, I’ll try to be gentle but we need to stop this blood flow."

He nodded visibly, seeming to calm down.

"Sure." He said, with a nod.

He blushed lightly and I smiled as I continued stitching him up. Once I was done, I wrapped gauze around his shoulder and arm and then cleansed his head wound.

It was then that the hospital lights flickered and I tensed.

"W-what was that?" He said.

"Umm, just a shortage, don’t worry." I said smiling, although I felt unease settling into me.

The lights flickered once again and I heard the distant sound of something shattering…

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