Alpha Elijah

Chapter 5

When Rebecca finally returned my anger had settled into tears as I sat, staring at the photos, starting to go numb from all of the pain I felt.

It was not the first time I had lost my pack, but this pack had been my home for nearly half my life. I had helped to build it from the ground up. I was one of the most highly regarded figures in the pack and was proud of all the work we had put in to make it feel like home to all who lived there.

"I'm sorry." The unsuspecting girl muttered, putting her hand on my shoulder from the other side of the sofa and putting some gym clothes down beside me. The clothes were likely her own. "It must be hard to loose your family and your pack." She consoled and I brought myself to give the girl a stiff smile.

"It is not the first time." I sighed, feeling numb from the pain as I began to wipe the tears on my cheeks. "And you can't loose your family twice."

"You can." She countered. "It's more than blood that makes a family." She said, pulling my tear streaked face into her stomach as a large sob racked my body. 

It was the first time in years that I had felt so alone, that I had no where to go back to or place that I could call home. I felt so betrayed and angry but also fragile and broken. It was not the first time I had felt this but the pain wasn't any easier to bare.

"I wanna kill him." I sobbed as she stroked my damp hair.

"I know, but let him stand trial for his crimes." She soothed, trying to talk me down. "Everyone deserves a fair trial."

"But he..." I growled, pulling away from her chest before realising my misplaced anger. "I need a distraction."

"Get dressed." She said giving me a stiff smile. "You doctors like healing people, right? You can help Clarice, I don't know how much longer she can go on like this."

After washing my face of the tears and putting on the clothes, that happened to be only tight leggings and a crop-top, Rebecca took me to the pack hospital.

The sight I walked into was utter chaos, paths of blood were everywhere with injured wolf and human forms filling the ER.

"How can I help?" I asked the puzzled receptionist that looked to be on the verge of tears. "Zeta Nysa, Grey..." I paused. "I'm here to help."

She pulled a white coat from the clean pile and directed me to the charge nurse that looked ecstatic to have another Zeta for support.

I got assigned to 3 different operating rooms, rotating the patient and room I was in so that the maximum efficiency was reached. I never closed a single patient, leaving it to the rest of the surgery team as I got carted from the room to get cleaned up for the next patient.

There was many wounds filled with wolfs bane or silver, or bones that had been broken partially severed limbs, fully severed limbs that needed to be reattached before the body began the excruciating procedure of trying to grow them back.

My mind was filled with thoughts of the next person that needed me, so much so that I had no chance to dwell on my newfound trauma. I knew that I would have been called here regardless of if my pack had been safe or not, not even Black Shawl pack could handle this many casualties without calling for outside support.

"Time for a break." I  timid woman called as I tossed my most recent gown into the laundry bin.

"Huh?" I questioned. 

"You've been at it for nearly 20 hours, there are no more emergencies, have a break." She smiled with a bottle of water in her hand, waiting for me to wash my hands clean. My hair was stuck to my forehead with sweat under the cap I had been wearing and I was actually glad for being given tight and breathable clothes to wear underneath.