Jonah (ManXMan, Werewolf)(Book 5) COMPLETED

Chapter 11

**KEEP IN MIND that I get ALL my non-English translations from Google Translate. If anything is spelled or phrased wrong it is entirely Google Translates fault! :) **

"My name is Blaiz Paris, Jonah, I am a part of the Newberry pack in Newberry Michigan. My son and I have been tracking a pack of female wolves who are trying to destroy high ranking wolves for the past two years. From what we have gotten out of them so far is that they wanted wolves to be equal with no Alphas or Betas or Warrior wolves around,"

"So, I was attacked?" I ask confused.

"It's the medicine they put on you when you get injured," The boy, Oliver, says, all eyes turning to him. "I got hurt once and then got hurt even worse when one of the wolves poisoned me. They are usually new members of a pack claiming to be doctors. Once they get their hands on you they slowly kill you with the poisoned supplies they use,"

"That doctor girl that was working on me, was she one of them?"

"Yes," Oliver says. "Looked innocent, didn't she?"

I nod my head. "My wolf knew she wasn't though,"

Oliver nods his head. "Yeah, mine did the same,"

I blink in surprise. "Are you a high ranked wolf then?" He has no Alpha or Beta blood in him, so he must be a Warrior or something.

"I am a Warrior in training," The boy replies. "We were one of the first packs attacked by the poison, I was one out four others who got poisoned. I was the only one to survive it though,"

"How did you survive?" I ask curiously.

The boy glances at Micah then back to me. He doesn't say anything but tilts his head to the side. I look at him curiously then snap my head to Micah who sits on his knees next to me, then I snap my head back to the teenager.

"Oh," My mate. "How old were you when you got poisoned?" I ask curiously. If I am correct, he was around twelve or thirteen, and if I am correct about the mate thing saving him, then he should have been too young to know who his mate was since he is not a Beta or Alpha.

"Barely thirteen," Oliver answers.

"Then how-," I narrow my eyes at the boy. "You saw things too, didn't you?"

"Yes," He replies. "It started with pain, then hallucinations, then memories. Except, it's not a memory, is it? You have to be there personally for it to be a memory, I wasn't there,"

"No, it was more like, uhm, like," I pause and chew on my lip to think. "I don't know what to call it, but it wasn't a memory. Maybe to them, but not how we saw it,"

The boy nods his head. "You see things that confuse you at first, you think you are going crazy, but then you realize you can't get out so you watch helplessly from the side,"

"Exactly!" I practically shout. "Damn, it was so weird,"

"Only I suspect you knew who you were watching," The boy mutters as he looks at the floor.

I stare at the boy for a long time in silence, the entire room just watching the two of us. I look to Abram then and take a deep breath.

"Can I talk to Oliver alone, please?" My eyes shift to Blaiz next. "I would like to talk in private about this,"

Blaiz glances to his son before nodding his head in a silent agreement. Abram huffs before ushering everyone to the door.

"Wait! Abram!" I call quickly as Micah gets off the bed.

"What?" He asks as he quickly turns around, a hopeful look on his face. The bastard wants to listen in. Too bad for him, this is private.

"Would you be the bestest best friend in the whole world and check my mailbox in town?"