His Wolf

Twenty Seven

"There has to be a way to fix this," Mark shook his head as I pleaded with him to find a way to keep my mate from going completely feral. He pulled off his thick-framed glasses and tossed them on the opened books on his desk.

"There have been hardly any cases, such as your mates," he gestured to Max who was sniffing every book on the shelves that lined Marks office walls, "there have been other cases of feral wolfs, but only one about a werewolf born in their wolf form going feral because it is such a rare thing to occur as it is, and when it does happen they are treated with the utmost care to ensure that they shift as soon as possible, something that your mate did not have access to, resulting in this." Max was finished with her inspection of the room and was sitting with her head tilted to the side, watching as Kara began pulling various books off the shelf and inspecting them before returning them to their rightful places.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, sighing heavily, "so what does that mean? Where do we go from here?" Mark was a good guy. Sure, he wasn't really a father figure to me, more of a distant stepfather. While my wolf and I viewed Shar as our secondary mother, it was Adam, our biological father's old beta, turned acting alpha for a few years until I was ready, that we viewed as our father. I knew Lucy felt the same way about them as I did, but it was tough for her to trust Adam after what happened with Thomas for all those years.

Even though Mark was Shars mate, it didn't make it any easier for me to keep from snapping at him. He was a werewolf psychologist, he should know at least something.

"There is another case that is somewhat related to that of your mates, but the wolf in question wasn't born in animal form," he shifted in his chair, crossing his leg over his other and sitting back in his seat, "the possibility of it having any connection, and helping Max are very slim."

"But we can try," my voice was strained and heavy at the desperation in my tone. I had woken up hardy five hours ago in the hospital and while a lesser wolf would have been passed out somewhere dark and void of light, here I was with the knowledge that my mate practically a ticking time bomb, "we can try, right?"

I looked over at Kara, she looked back at me with concern before fixing a questioning look on her face and pointing it in Marks direction. Looking back over at him, his face twisted in thought and concern. I realized that he was thinking the same thing, but he was hesitant about something. I growled out a warning at him to tell me. My wolf was on edge, knowing that this man knew of something that could help his mate, and seemed to be debating on keeping the information to himself. Keeping it from his Alpha.

He glanced up from his folded hands in his lap and glanced between Kara and me before settling his gaze on mine, "We could try, but you have to understand that this was a werewolf with full control over his wolf and willingly turned over the reigns and became a feral willingly," the air froze in my lungs at the wolf he spoke of, "how he was forced back to his human form is not known to the werewolf community, your father refused to speak of it,"

My uncle was never the best of wolves. He was hot-tempered and always jealous of my father and the power that he held, jealous that he had found his mate. There was a time when I was a kid, probably about five, I was sitting outside on the front lawn, playing with the grass as I waited for my father to come outside and play with me like he promised to do and a figure sat down by my right, his shadow casting over me as his large form blocked out the sun. I knew it was my uncle. Despite the fact that we hardly ever saw him around the house I saw him running constantly, watching from the outskirts of the woods that lined the property. He spoke to me that day as if he always did this. Sat down and talked to his brother's son. His voice wasn't as deep as my fathers but had a rugged edge to it as he spoke ill of his brother to me, as he went on and on about how it wasn't fair that Thomas got everything, how he got to be the Alpha, how he got to find his mate and have a nice little family. He went on and on about how he was going to make things right. How he would show them all what he was capable of and that he was better and stronger than my dad. Then he leaned over and gripped me in a tight side hug.