Wolves of War Book 2: A Declaration of War

2x08: Raving

I wake in my bed, I smell Derek's scent and sit up. Derek is sitting in my computer chair, watching me, his hand resting under his chin, he smiles softly at me.

"Hey," I say

"Hey, how you feeling?"He asks as he moves to sit at the end of the bed.

"My body aches but I'll be fine"

Derek looks at me sadly and strokes my face "I almost lost you last night"

"Well, it takes a lot more than a little Kanima venom to kill me. I'm an Alpha and the Yellow-eyed Alpha at that, I'm fine"

"We have to meet Scott at the Animal Clinic. We're going to see if the vet will help us with Jackson"

"Ok, I'm going to change," I say, I kiss Derek one last time before heading to my bathroom to change.

I put on a knitted tank style top, blue jean shorts, a tannish colored cardigan, taupe colored triple buckle heeled booties, I readjust my usual jewelry before heading out to my room again.

Derek smiles and kisses me softly on the lips.

"I love you," He says

"I love you too," I tell him and give him another short kiss.

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Derek and I pick up Isaac before heading to the clinic. Isaac sits in the back and smiles at me.

"Feeling better?" He asks

"Yeah, remind me to kick Jackson's ass if I get the chance," I say

"Totally," Isaac says, Derek smirks at me.

We walk up to the clinic door as Scott unlocks it

"What's he doing here?" Scott asks as he lets us in.

"I need him," Derek replies

"I don't trust him," Scott says

"Yeah, well, he doesn't trust you either," Isaac says, I ruffle his hair and he smiles at me.

"You know what? And Derek really doesn't care." Derek says

"And Dani says you boys are insane," I say

"Now, where's the vet? Is he gonna help us or not?" Derek asks Scott, Deaton shows up, leaning against the doorframe.

"That depends. Your friend, Jackson. Are we planning to kill him or save him?" Deaton asks

"Kill him," Derek says the same time Scott says

"Save him." Scott looks at Derek "Save him"

Derek sighs in response.

"Save him," Scott tells Deaton turning back to him.

We stand around an operating table, the same room we were in when Derek got shot and we had to save him. Deaton places a crate with jars on the table and Isaac goes to look at them but Derek pulls his hand back.

"Watch what you touch," Derek tells him

"So, what are you? Some kind of witch?" Isaac asks Deaton as he leans on the table and Deaton looks at the jars. I slap the back of his head.

"No, I'm a veterinarian. " Deaton says, "Unfortunately, I don't see anything here that's going to be an effective defense against a paralytic toxin."