Among The Wolves

CWp27

“Alpha M’est’r said that I can resume my normal duties after today.” Ty'Mee stabbed a green grape with her fork.

The grape that I was trying to toss into my mouth fell out of my hand and plopped onto my plate. “What?”

Purple eyes sparkled with excitement, “I get to go and care for my pack members back at the main packhouse!”

“That's exciting! I am sure they all miss you dearly! Will I have to go too?” The thought of being around other wolfbloods terrified me. I had gotten used to a scattered few but a whole pack? That is too much.

“Nope! I have been relieved of all professional duties regarding you. You and I can be regular friends now!”

I was glad that I was not mandated to move spots. Yet, I frowned, “What about all the tests you have been doing on me and the blood draws?”

Ty'Mee sighed. “Well, I do plan on bringing them back with me, but I will not be able to prioritize it anymore. So who knows how long it will take to get them done if I can even get it done.”

“Oh Ty'Mee, I know you can't go against the Alpha, but the next full moon is in seventeen days! If you don't find something for me, then I will be forced to shift!”

“I know,  and I am truly very sorry, sweetie pup, but I have made a bunch of the CWp27 for you.”

CWp27, that is what I learned Ty'Mee had shot me with using the traq-gun. It couldn't stop a shift, but it subdued my wild werewolf. I also learned that every full-moon, without fail, I would shift. Nothing could stop it.

The two times I was awake for the shift it was horrible. It hpurt so bad. I have a feeling that it would hurt worse than labor. I don't want to go through that again.

I thought of Mes'Mu and Por'Lyn. If I perhaps had been a better servant then maybe they would not have gone after me like they did. Perhaps, if I had just stood up in the trash bin and let the judge see me, perhaps my situation would have been different. Remembering Por'Lyn’s large teeth in front of my face struck more than one cord of fear in me. A small hum vibrated my spine.

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps… these thoughts did not change anything. I concluded dismally, trying to change the trajectory of my thoughts. Thankfully, that hum subsided.

I was coming to loathe this werewolf in my blood.

This werewolf made my current life miserable. In my woebegone mindset, I ate my grape. Knowing that Ty'Mee was no longer going to help me eradicate this new shoulder devil made me feel even despondent. “If I took a double dose of the CWp27, do you think I could fight the shift?”

Ty'Mee pursed her lips. “It doesn't work that way.”

Of course it doesn't… “What does CWp27 mean?”

“Crazy Wolf Pill attempt 27.”

I scrunched my brow, looking at Ty'Mee. She had a straight face. Once we made eye contact, we both burst into laughter. Cackling hysterically.

Holding onto her stomach, Ty'Mee waved her hand toward me. She tried to reign in her laughter to no avail. “I am a Theta. No one expects me to be creative! Hahaha!”

“It's so perfect, though!” I wiped a tear away, noticing a hum in my spine again. “What is even in it?”

Ty'Mee took a deep breath and peered up at me through her lashes, “Do you really want to know?”

I had asked the question off-handedly, but given the doctor’s unique response, my curiosity was peaked. Calming myself down, the hum went away once more, and I cleared my throat. “Of course I do.”