Tempest

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

Never one to cause a scene, Tempest waited until they were in the elevator to truly show her displeasure. “What the hell was that all about? There is no way I can work if I have you or Mitch glued to my side! It’s not going to happen.” She shook her head, hands fisted at her sides.

Trae could understand Tempest’s anger, but he was there to keep her safe and he’d do just that; even if he did get her off side. He gave Tempest a moment to calm down; unfortunately she continued glaring at him and for just a moment, her eyes flashed a soft amber colour before returning to their usual brown. He pushed this to the back of his mind having more important issues to deal with.

Trae remained silent until they were in her office with the door closed. “Doc I know you’re upset, but for now there’s nothing we can do about the situation.” His words did little to alleviate Tempest’s anger. He ran a hand over his chin considering how best to approach her. “We can use this to our advantage. You have a new victim; my being with you will help the situation. If the killer is a Rogue, I’ll be able to scent him.”

Tempest already knew the scent of the Rogue, unfortunately she couldn’t tell anyone. She didn’t like it, but had to admit what he said made sense. There was really no way should could justify him not having at least limited access to the body. “Fine! But if you get in the way of me doing my job, I’ll have you dragged out of here.”

Trae tried hard not to grin, the woman was being serious and he needed her to cooperate. In the end, he’d still do what was necessary to keep her safe, but having her on side would make life easier. He sighed giving her a crestfallen expression that had Tempest rolling her eyes. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that Doc.”

Tempest made a few calls; discovered Dr Barden was out sick. Never before had she been relieved that someone was unwell. She called him at home, spoke with his wife telling her she was on top of things and that Mark should rest, not rush back to work. That being done, Tempest made her way to where the body laid waiting for her, Trae right behind her.

Trae waited patiently as Tempest looked over the body, he wanted nothing more than to get close enough to catch the scent of the Rogue that had done this, but wait until she was done. What he didn’t count on was the gasp Tempest made as if in fear or shock. He moved without thinking, wondering what could have made the Doc react in that way.

“She’s alive. Dear God, Trae she’s still alive!”

Trae looked at the woman laid out on the table, “I’d be able to hear her heart beating if she was Doc and I can’t.”

“I’m a doctor Trae and I’m telling you, she’s still alive. Look! She touched a finger to the woman’s brow. “She’s perspiring.”

Trae moved as close to the body as possible and although he still couldn’t pick up a heartbeat, he could both see and smell fresh sweat. “Son-of-a-bitch! Do something Doc.”

Tempest’s eyes never left the woman, “Lock the door. In the draw on the left you’ll find packets of sterile gauze. Soak one in cold water, wring it out and hand it to me.”

He did as instructed, watching as she wiped over the woman’s face. They waited several minutes unsure what was going to happen. When the perspiration on her brow returned Tempest turned to Trae, “You need to call your Alpha and let him know that this woman is transitioning.” She saw the shocked expression on Trae’s face. “Trae! She’s turning, the next few days will determine if she lives or dies. He needs to know, she’ll need to be protected until…”

“Until we eradicate the Rogue.” He moved away from the woman, pulling out his phone as he moved.

Tempest touched his arm, “I’ll need to notify Jax as well.” She saw the look in his eye and continued, “I have no choice. I’ll let him know that I’ve organised somewhere safe for her to go until we find whoever tried to ‘kill’ her. She’ll be carrying his scent, so if he suspects she’s alive, he’ll come after her. We need people believe she’s dead.”