Mending the Broken

Chapter 5

Clara (p.o.v)

Clara shifted the blankets on the girl. When Carter had brought her in she had not seemed worse for the wear other then a mild case of hypothermia, but a more thorough examination revealed heavy bruising on her abdomen, and some healing road rash. It looked like she had had a major accident recently. Or she was abused. The first was much more likely, if you considered the road rash. But humans where not notorious for being the best of parents, and Clara would not be very surprised if this girl was one of the many she regularly prayed for.

The girl began to stir. She shifted on the bed as her eye lid's fluttered open.

"I'm glad your awake" Clara said, trying to sound friendly. She didn't think it worked.

"Where am I? Who are you? Where is Mr. Ingalls?" she said suspiciously.

"I'm Doctor Peterson and you are in my office. I don't know who Mr. Ingalls is, but we can try to help you find him."

"What happened to me?" She asked as she sat up, rubbing her temples.

"The boy's said you they found you asleep in the woods. You must have been there most the night. You had hypothermia. They brought you back about an hour ago."

"Oh. Thank you."

"Of course. Oh goodness I almost forgot to ask!" she laughed. "it sounds silly but what is your name?"

"Audrey."

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David (p.o.v)

He stared out the window trying to think of nothing. It wasn't working. The harder he tried, the more vividly he could see her face, her golden hair and sapphire blue eyes. She was the most beautiful angelic creature he had ever seen, but she haunted him. Her happy smile and her laughing eyes brought with them pain. This angel would never be his. He would never hold her in his arms again...

The door opened, interrupting his attempt at not thinking. The draft from the opening door brought the scent of the intruder. It was his Beta, Ben.

"Alpha David. The morning report." Ben said. David heard, rather then saw him place the reports on his desk. He turned from the window and watched him leave the room. They had, over time, established a routine. Ben gave him the reports and left, hardly saying anything. Whether it was because Ben thought that David didn't want to talk, or because Ben didn't, David didn't care. Either way it worked.

He sat at his desk and opened the first file. Reports from different packs about rogue activity blurred with business reports, making a swirling mass of words. He took a deep breath and tried to focus, but the attempt was futile. He stood and resumed his place at the window. It was hopeless. The emptiness would always be there. Her face would always haunt him. His intended would never be his.

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