The Red Wolf's Mate

Chapter 59-Call me Tristan. I was WHAT?

Unknown POV

Shit, my head feels like it is splitting  open! Is it because of meds or an injury?! Guess I'll find out soon enough. But, first I need to at least open my damn eyes!

After a few failed attempts, I finally pry my eyes open. Very very slowly!!

I reluctantly peel my eyes open, only to be met with bright lights!!

Damn blinding lights are not helping my headache!!

Neither is that fucking machine!!

Intense lights and a loud, never-ending beeping machine!! I'm about to lose my fucking mind!! The lights need to be turned off and that machine needs to shut up!! How does this shit help an injured person?! If in fact I'm suppose to heal! Ok, focus!!

I quickly access my room and wonder what kind hospital type room I'm in. 

I notice a small square observation window inside the door and I have a sneaking suspicion I've been closely watched since I arrived here. 

My attention goes to the ever noisy machine and I just want to smash it!

Then I see movement at the door window!

A face is in the square observation window! 

Holy CRAP!!

More beeps on that stupid machine!! Great, just show everyone whose looking that I just got startled! Wonderful! Just wonderful!

The next second a man barges into the room with a scowl on his face!

Here we go!

This guy looks like a damn bodybuilder!! Holy Shit!! It's Lou FUCKING Ferrigno!! I mean, not THE Lou Ferrigno but pretty damn close!!

He's wearing basic jeans, a black short sleeve t-shirt, and combat boots. Shit, this dude likes black!!

He enters with a purpose, which hopefully is not to hurt me, holding a folder, a notepad, and a pen. He pulls a table, which is in the corner of the room, arranges it beside my bed, and places his items on top.  

He settles into a chair, crosses his bulky arms over his chest, and stares at me straight in the eyes.

Silence!!

The power coming off him tells me he is a high ranking wolf but not an alpha. Did I make it to Alpha Maureen's pack after all? 

Shit, I hope so!!

Well, he doesn't seem like he's going to say anything anytime soon. 

"You are a rogue, yes or no?" he gruffly ask. 

Guess I was wrong!!

"Yes," I simply reply. Why lie when I know he can smell it on me. I guess it's to see if I will lie, argue, or be a smart ass. Usually, I would opt for smart ass but I don't think that will help me right now. 

"Do you know whose territory you are currently in?" he immediately  follows up. 

"I'm honestly not sure," I tentatively answer, not wanting to say too much since I don't know for positive where I'm at.

He just grunts. Great, not a good sign!

"State your real name."

"How will you know if it's my real name?" I challenge him.  What the hell are you doing? Man, my smart ass mouth come too naturally to me!! I need to work on that shit!

"Oh, we have our ways rogue. Your real name, NOW," he barks at me. 

"Tristan Carter," I honestly answer. 

"Whose territory am I in? I boldly ask, although right now I feel anything but bold. But, I need to know!

He stares at me for what feels like forever but is probably only a few seconds and tilts his head.

"Alpha Maureen's territory," he simply  states while continuing to watch me.

Oh thank fucking goodness!! It feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders and I can actually breath. 

I can't help the smile on my face of satisfaction knowing I got to my destination, which  seems to intrigue Mr. Bodybuilder. 

"Tristan Carter, did you enter our territory on purpose or by accident?" he inquires. 

"I had an accident while trying to enter your territory on purpose. I need to speak with Alpha Maureen as soon as possible. It's very important."

"You can't at the moment, sorry. She is dealing with something extremely important right now. You can tell me and I will pass it onto her. Then, we will go from there," he states matter-of-factly, which kind of pisses me off. I'm not some little kid wanting to show her a stick figure drawing. I'm an adult and I have vital info that is a matter of life or death!! Prick!!

"See, no can do Mr. Bodybuilder. No offense, I don't know you. I know her and what I need to tell her is urgent, a matter of life and death. Unless what she is dealing with is life and death too then I suggest you at least contact her. She can decide whether or not to see me but at least contact her!! If something bad happens and she finds out you didn't contact her with helpful info, what do you think she will do to you?!"

On eyebrow raises on Mr. Bodybuilder and if looks could kill I'd be 6ft under! 

Yeah, well I don't exactly have time to play nice right now. 

"Elijah. My name is Elijah, not Mr. Bodybuilder. I will make a few calls and let you know. While you wait, a Doctor will come in and exam you now that you are awake. Any funny business. Harm anyone and you will be dealt with, harshly! Do we understand each other?" he growls at me.

"Yes, crystal clear Mr. B..um Elijah."

"Good," he grunts and quickly leaves the room. 

Within five minutes, the white door to my room swings open and a youngish man, who is maybe around 30-35ish and wearing a white doctor's coat, briskly walks inside. 

"Hello Tristan. My name is Dr. Justin Carson. How are you feeling?" he robotically ask me. 

"Do you want a nice answer or the truth?" I say, yanking his chain a bit since he looks so serious. 

"In my profession, and in life in general Mr. Carter, truth is best," he replies while letting out a huffed breath.

I close my eyes and relax my head further back into my pillow, if that is even possible. 

"Ok. Honestly Doc., I feel like shit. My head feels like someone has taken a jackhammer to it. My entire body hurts. It has aches and pains in places I didn't even know existed.  I have bandages covering goodness knows what injuries. I'm exhausted," I spit out before I can stop myself. 

I take a deep breath and try to will my body to relax, heal.

"Well, Mr. Carter, that is to be expected. The condition you were brought into our facility was quite grave. You were in a car accident. Not only were you injured in the car accident , you were poisoned too! So, you were in pretty bad shape," Dr. Carson calmly informs me. "Even with your werewolf healing ability, you are still recovering. You need to rest and eat properly to regain your strength," he continues. 

"Ok, first Doc. Don't call me Mr. Carter. That was my grandpa, who is now dead. Call me Tristan. Second, poisoned??!! I was fucking poisoned??!!" I all but yell at him!!

"Yes, Tristan, poisoned. Luckily, we were able to identify the poison and administer the antidote or else you would be dead right now. The poison was extremely powerful and you're fortunate we could supply the antidote........

He continues to talk but I don't hear shit anymore!! My mind is going a million miles a second and I can't process anything! I faintly hear that damn beeping sound increase, a lot!! I'm starting to see stars and my ears are ringing! Shit!!!

"Tristan!! Tristan!! Do you hear me??" I hear the doc say but it sounds like he is at the end of a tunnel.

"A.Alpha M.M.Maureen, help me! P.Please! Kaleo Keahi!" I manage to frantically whisper out before everything goes black!