Trusting The Alpha

Chapter 19

DEAN

"Look on the bright side, at least she didn't reject you." James says, placing a hand on my shoulder. I glare at him, I know he is trying to cheer me up, but right now all I want to do is punch him in the mouth.

"Something else is obviously going on." Aviva walks into the office shaking her head, "I've never seen her like that before."

"I still want around the clock protection on her. I don't care how she feels about me, she has to live." I tell them.

"Of course." Aviva sighs. A commotion on the other side of my office door has us quickly walking out. A group of pack members crowd around a wounded Shawn, as he falls to the floor breathing heavily.

"Oh my god!"

"What happened?"

I push past people, crouching down next to him, my hand on his shoulder.

"Shawn, what happened? Where's Morales?" I ask, as someone calls for Dr. Stevens.

He winces, cradling his bloody nose. His wounds seem to be healing slowly- not surprising if he was attacked by wolves. Our ability to heal slows when fight our own. "We got ambushed. Rogues. I think they were working for Tyler." The news causes those around us to start talking amongst themselves, panic seeping in. James returns with Dr. Stevens, who crouches next to us, assessing his wounds.

"Shit." I hiss, "and Morales?" He still hasn't answered my question.

"He's dead." A sob breaks from his wife, who is among the group and Aviva quickly grabs her to stop her from falling.

"I have to get him to my office; he needs something to speed up the healing process." Shawn stands up with the help of Doctor Stevens and James, making their way through the pack. The panic-whispers now gives birth to hysteria as everyone talks over themselves at once, wondering what we are going to do now.

'Son, you have to calm them down.' My dad says through the mind link. He's right, if we panic now there will be no time for planning.

"Enough." I call out, my voice deep, silencing those around me. "We must remain calm. There is no need to panic. We will find those responsible and they will pay."

"Is Tyler coming back?"

"What's the plan?"

I shake my head, holding a hand up to stop the questioning. I can't tell them that there isn't a plan yet, that he may already be back in Chicago. The news will only cause an uproar.

"I promise you; we are all safe. The situation is being handled." Kyle walks into the pack house, his face laced with confusion as the group disperses, still talking quietly amongst themselves.

"What the hell happened?" he asks, nodding to the smeared blood on the floor.

"Morales and Shawn were attacked by some of Tyler's rogues. Morales is dead, Shawn barely made it away." Aviva says, walking from the kitchen with paper towels and a clear colored chemical in a spray bottle. Bleach from the smell of it as she sprays it on the blood and wipes it up. The smell burns my nose and I gesture my head back to my office, Kyle following me in.

"How is she?" I ask, taking a deep breath of clean air.

"She's alright. Are we sure they were attacked by Tyler's men?" Kyle asks, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"That's what Shawn says. Why do you ask?" The bouncing stops and Kyle takes a deep breath, setting a hand on his head, looking down at his feet. He is quiet for a minute, seemingly battling with himself before he looks at me again.