Sargent Davies met me at the cafeteria entrance. I started to apologize, but he cut me off saying:
"Is he talking again?" I nodded,
"Is he living inside your house?" I nodded.
"Is he acting more like himself?" I nodded again.
"I am not a shrink, but that's an improvement. He was catatonic all week. I checked in on him, many times, and he wouldn't say a word. If you got through to him, and pulled him out, you won't find any judgement here. Love and lust often go hand in hand for men, and I have seen love heal many things. I was just happy you got through to him, because on Thursday I was losing hope." Sargent Davies stated relieved.
"You just gave me an idea. Can you eat lunch with Jesse this week to keep him in the present while I am here? I need some one he trusts to be his friend, and I am afraid of leaving him alone all day without me. That he will slip back into his head. It also can't be me. He uses me to escape the trauma. I will keep him in the present with us, but can you be his friend once a day and just be there for him?" I asked.
"Of course." Sargent Davies replied. "Anything I can do to help."
"I will schedule his therapy sessions for after I leave every morning, and you can drop in at lunch and pull him into the present with pack news and friendship. You can also make sure he is eating. He lost weight." I explained.
"I like your plan. Hopefully it helps." Sargent Davies agreed.
"This is going to sound grotesque, but did one of the victims we picked up arrive without toes?" I asked.
"Yes. Though gruesome, one did." Sargent Davies reported.
"I need to speak to her." I said calmly. "I have reason to believe she was manipulated to believe terrifying things about Jesse. I want to hear her side of the story and record it. Then in another week or so, I will get Jesse's side. So far, the only one who will talk to me about what happened is Jesse's wolf." I sighed.
"I would like to collect all of their witnesses personally this week to start their files and cross reference them to figure out what was going on in that warehouse." I stated grimly.
"Yes Ma'am." Sargent Davies agreed. We stopped by the office for some voice recorders and visited the hospital wing where the victims were recovering. We had them under supervision, because they were incredibly traumatized.
Sargent Davies led me to her room, and stood outside with the guards.
I introduced myself warmly, "Hi, I am Luna Rebecca," I shook her hand. "I am leading this pack. What is your name?" I asked.
"Tiffany." She said shyly looking at the ground.
"Tiffany, how are you doing?" I asked.
"I heard you are the one who rescued us. Thank you. It was horrific there. They used us to hurt each other. I am so grateful to be out." Tears streamed down her face.
I hugged her until she calmed down and looked her in the eyes, "You are safe now. No one will hurt you here." I promised.
"Do you feel strong enough to tell me your story? I want to catch that Son of a Bitch, and execute him, but to do that I need witness statements. Can you help me?" I asked holding up the voice recorder.
She nodded. "I want him put away too. I will try."
I smiled at her encouragingly, and told her, "If at any time you need a break, let me know. It all doesn't have to be done right now. We can even do more tomorrow." I assured her.
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Book 3: Updating
WerewolfWar is coming for the Northern Wolves Pack. There are some sensitive topics, but trigger warnings are not yet added at this stage of the writing process. Reader discresion is advised.