OmegAlpha -The Wandering pack T2 ( Complet)

Where's Galen ?

Galen was dozing, his head leaning against the wall at the back of the truck. The pain in his wrists was throbbing and constant. The chains around his neck, thin as they were, were beginning to pull at the muscles in his neck. The child in his belly was becoming increasingly agitated. They had been driving for hours, and he could feel the half—full moon above the lorry. Conversation with the other prisoners had dwindled to nothing several hours ago. All that remained was fatigue, stress and pain. Galen sighed. His stomach was hurting. He put his hands on it and caressed it, humming softly. It was music with no rhyme or reason. One by one the men turned to look at him. Doug sighed.

"I wish I'd had kids too."

"You don't even have a girlfriend, so no woman would want to have kids with you." Frank laughed.

"Asshole!" Doug retired with a grin.

Sanchez, who hadn't said anything from the start, looked at Galen and waved his hand.

"Canta, otra vez! aùn!"

Galen looked at the others. Peter translated for him.

"He wants you to sing again. Sanchez is in a bad way. He's reacting very badly to the injections."

Galen's heart sank. An emotional wave swept over him and he thought he was going to cry. He closed his eyes, searching deep inside for Shh. His Wolf was there, wrapped around the baby.... Galen opened his eyes wide. Something was wrong with Shh's attitude. Galen's stress levels soared. He had to be able to talk to Shh without anyone around. Gaston squinted.

"Are you feeling all right?"

"I... yes, I'll be fine."

"Canta, otra vez! aùn! Aùn!"

Galen nodded and began to hum. He was thinking. Why hadn't Shh told him? How could it be? What was going on? He wished the Beast were here so he could explain. He had to find a way to escape. He wasn't a lamb to be led to the slaughter. There had to be a solution. The lorry slowed and stopped. The men were on their guard. There was the sound of crates being moved and an electric light blinded them.

"A 10-minute break. Not a minute more. You pee, you eat, you get back on."

The truck had stopped on a median next to the road, hidden by three trees. There were nothing but fields on a plain on one side, and the road on the other. If they decided to escape, there was nowhere to hide and a simple toilet to relieve themselves.

With no other choice, the men took it in turns to relieve themselves. Galen's first steps were difficult. His stomach was stretched to the limit and he gritted his teeth to keep from groaning. He forced himself to walk, easing his back as best he could. His stomach was straining against the fabric of the overalls he was wearing. He counted quickly. He was just over three months pregnant... another four weeks, five at the most, and his baby would be born. He swore to himself that the baby would be born in Morgan's presence. He envied his sister her grace and beauty when she herself was carrying three. He sighed, his head thrown back as he gazed at the pale eastern sky.

The air was colder than in Las Vegas. He didn't know exactly where they were but the truck had already been on the road for at least ten hours, maybe more? In any case, the break was much needed. Before leaving, they received a bag with a sandwich and water. Galen wondered if it was necessary to leave a clue in the middle of nowhere. He looked around and sighed. Nothing, there was nothing to indicate to Morgan that he was on the right road. Galen rubbed his chest, trying to feel his link with his Mate to reassure himself a little.

"The more time goes by, the more the link will fade... you'll become a Forgotten One too." Thomas stated as he watched Galen.

"How can that be?"