Scarred Luna (Completed But In Editing)

Chapter 30

Infinity's p.o.v.

    I watched sadly as they put Grey through multiple tests and came back with nothing. We'd been here for almost eight hours and found nothing. "Luna?", Olive asked as I held Grey's limp hand. "I have an idea, but it's fairly dangerous", she continued. "Let's do it", I was up for anything that might help Grey. "I'm going to take just enough silver that it will block out the mind link ability. I think somehow someone has managed to use that to torture him", she explained, putting gloves on and filling a needle with the vile liquid which she then injected into Grey's left arm. It only took about five minutes before he began to stir in the bed causing my heart to skip a beat.
"Infinity", his voice was hoarse as his eyes fluttered open and he squeezed my hand. "Grey!", I cried out, extreme relief washing over me. "Hey baby", he chuckled softly, sitting up and running his left hand through his hair. I threw my arms around him and sobbed into his shoulder. "Everything's okay Princess, I've got you", he whispered as his arms pulled me closer. "Are...are you okay", I pulled back and looked into his eyes. "I'm fine Princess", he responded kissing me quickly.
        "Alpha who's voices did you hear?", Olive asked breaking our moment. "I don't  know...Victoria, my dad, Infinity, Ryan, the alpha of the Nightblade pack, the twin's screams", he grimaced as he listed names causing me to hold him tighter. His arms pulled me closer as he rubbed my back gently. "I think someone managed to mind link you and replay their memories along with the worst of yours", Olive whispered solemnly as she checked the monitors.  "The only person that would be able to play those memories of Victoria and Infinity would be the alpha of the Nightblade pack", he grimaced and buried his face in the crook of my neck. "This means war", he mumbled, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin on my neck. A chill shot through me at the mention of him going to war with my father. "Grey, you can't", I whimpered as he stroked my hair. He pulled back and looked into my eyes. "I have to, he's attacked you and me. Next he'll go after the pups", he growled, his voice weighed down with the reality of his words.
"Wait, where are the pups?", he began to panic as he looked around. "Grey, Grey calm down. They're with your mom", I tried to soothe him. He stopped panicking but his stance remained rigid. "I need to go", he stood up and made his way out the door. "That man..", Olive mumbled as she watched him leave. I quickly ran to catch up to him. "Grey, Grey what's wrong?", I asked as I caught up and realized he was sobbing. He didn't answer and turned his head so I couldn't see his face.
         "Grey?", I moved so that I was standing in front of him, blocking his path. "What?", he mumbled lowly, his voice breaking my heart. "Baby, what's going on?", I asked standing on my toes  so I could pull his face down to look at me. He sank to his knees and pulled me with him. "It's just...I'm supposed to protect you. How can I do that if I can't even protect myself ? I'm weak", he mumbled with tears in his eyes. "Grey, this is not your fault. There's no way you could've known that they would find a way into your mind", I stroked his cheek gently and tried to soothe him. He remained quiet and let his head hang again. He stood up, an impassive mask hiding his feelings. "Go get the twins and head home, I need some time to think", he ordered helping me to my feet.
         I threw my arms around his neck and laid my head on his shoulder. "Be careful", i whispered knowing he had a habit getting into trouble. "I will", he tightened his arms around me and inhaled my scent before letting me go. He pecked my lips with an impassive mask before taking off down the hallway. I watched as he disappeared around the corner before carefully making my way to the exit of the hospital.
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I put the twins to bed in my bedroom before pacing the kitchen yet again. Grey hadn't called or text to let me know what was going on or when he would be home. My phone buzzed in my hand and I quickly looked down to find a text from Grey. "I won't be home till late, try to get some sleep", it read causing me to groan in frustration. I went upstairs and threw on one of his old t shirts, enveloping myself in his comforting scent. 
         I laid in bed and stared at the ceiling. Feeling anxious, I moved to his side of the bed and curled up hoping sleep would overtake me soon. I tossed and turned for almost an hour before deciding that there was no way I would get any sleep without him.