Little One

Thane

Underneath one pissed off looking scumbag shifter are the biggest, almond shaped scared teal eyes I have ever seen. In fact, I have never seen a wolf with those eyes before. I'm immediately transfixed despite the swelling of one, and blood all over the other. They are beautiful.....but also dead, lifeless. Ronan surges to the surface "protect" he growls within our mind. Those eyes clearly belong an Omega setting off my alpha instincts. Made worse by the fact she's naked under another shifter, battered and bruised. I immediately deck the asshole when he lunges at me, led by his wolf, but not having enough time to shift. Cyrus fires off two tranquilizers into his ass causing me to shake my head. Typical Cyrus. We can't risk a bullet wound with the travel back to our pack when I want to conserve the strength of our healers’ gifts for our own shifters and of course for torture. At least, that has always been my policy until now. This girl is scared, and severely wounded laying in front of a damn cage.

"Teams, we have secured the target and one victim. Team Fang shift back, regroup with Delta Team, ready the vehicles and send me a healer ASAP." I mind-link. The omega is feeling around like she can't see and then proceeds to hide in her cage. She smells like wolf, but Ronan can't sense her wolf. That only happens if the wolf abandons their human. Abandonment rarely happens and most shifters don't survive it. Most shifters who lose their wolf fail to thrive and usually deteriorate quickly. It's devastating to witness. I hope to never witness it again. "Protect" Ronan growls, pushing to the surface causing me to fight off a shift.

"Settle down.... this girl is terrified and doesn't need us shifting in front of her." I push to him. I squat in front of her cage and place my hand on her leg to comfort her. She has the whitest hair and skin. The same as the mountains snow, beautiful despite the various bruises and cuts trying to rob her of her beauty.

I offer her calm words and assurances. Her lavender sent spiking with fear becomes acidic, aggravating my wolf. The healer quickly enters to which I proceed to mind-link "mind-link only Eric. She's terrified and losing a lot of blood from her head somewhere. She looks in pain and has been holding her ribs." "I can take the edge off, but we need to get her back for labs and x-rays, Alpha. She looks emaciated, dehydrated and in my professional opinion, I think we should sedate her for transport. We don't know the extent of her trauma, but she looks like she's on the verge of an anxiety attack." Eric mind-links while I working on calming the omega. He slips me a syringe from his bag and I slide away from the cage door. He's the best healer we have and I trust his judgment.

Eric lays hands on her legs starts filling her with his healing gift. She visibly relaxes allowing me the ability to sneak around to the back of her cage. A quick stick to her upper arm and she's out quick. "Cyrus, get the prisoner back to the vehicles. I'll carry her and Eric you're riding with me back to the pack." I quickly mind-link while I'm simultaneously pulling our little one out of this damn cage and into my arms. Carefully sweeping her up into my arms, I begin carrying her back through the facility. She's so thin and frail looking. Her small frame riddled in bruises and her hair matted with blood.

The ride back to the pack was spent tightly gripping an unconscious omega. It must be her designation causing Ronan to stir so frequently and being so intrigued by her. Maybe it’s because she's so unique looking and her smell. The smell of lavender a reminder of my mother's favorite smell. If she wasn't planting it, she was covering herself in it and raving about it. I look down at her face and notice a scowl between her forehead intermittently. This girl probably can't remember the last time she slept well. I catch myself wondering what haunts her currently. "Can't say I remember the last time you held a girl in your arms this long Thane." Cyrus taunts from the passenger seat. He's right. I don't do relationships. "I hold girls all the time, you're just not around for it." I snark back. "Not invited, you mean. I'm always around" He jokes and winks, but he's honest. A pretty boy, blood thirsty killer, with dimples and a freaky reputation honest, but a damn good beta and a friend long enough that he can get away talking to me as freely as he wants.... usually. "You know she smells like...." he starts. "I know what she smells like, and I don't want to talk about it, now drop it." I quickly interrupt.

Once we arrive to our pack grounds we head straight to our hospital. It's small since shifters don't get sick and we don’t get many attacks, but also allows for everyone to have a private room. We deliver our pups in maternity cabins located in the forest more peaceful and helps our wolves connect to nature to calm. Eric immediately starts giving out orders, darting around the room as I enter. "Lay her in bed one... I need a full work up started on her...Labs....multiple panels, get a lead on her, check for poisoning as well.... full body scan MRI......better restrain her."

"Do you think that's necessary? Should she be waking up in shackles after coming from a damn cage in a dungeon?" I quietly, but sternly question him. "They aren't shackles Thane; you know that. We have no idea how she will react when she awakens, but she could lash out at us out of fear or hallucinations. I expect she will. Plus, I think she's going to be asleep for days if not weeks while her body heals. I will get an IV wide open started now and TPN nutrition once her labs come back to get some weight on her. I will have Amelia come in and wash her up." Eric informs me as I quietly back away from the bed realizing I've got a job to do, and I need to let him do his."

"Notify me of all changes and revelations. I'm going to see to our prisoner shortly." and with that I quietly exit bed one, stopping briefly to look back at little one before returning to the pack house. "Cyrus is our prisoner set up in his new accommodations?" I send via mind-link. "Yes, our guest is set up in his very own private dungeon suite with VIP accommodations your excellence." he quips back in his best snooty butler accent he can muster. "I told you not to call me that and what the hell are his VIP accommodations?" I question gruffly "Chains and a piss bucket sire." he replies which earns him a small chuckle from me. "I will be at the house in 5 minutes. I'll clean up and meet you in my office." And with that, I close the link.

Showering the blood and dirt off of my skin should relax me, but I cannot stop thinking about that rescued little omega. Her beautiful, but sad, teal eyes are all I see when I close mine. Her lavender smell still lingering in my nose. The more I think about her, the harder I am getting. I’m not sure why Ronan is riding me so much to check on her, but it is getting difficult to control him. I lean forward, placing my left hand on the tile and I start to stroke myself up and down my shaft. One minute I am thinking about her snow-white skin, teal eyes and pouty lips and the next I’m feeling guilty that I would even consider getting turned on by her when she’s just been rescued and put through so much. Ronan flashes her face into my mind again, urging me on. Screw it. I clearly need this release. I start to stroke myself, up and down. Harder and harder thinking about her. I can picture her pouty lips kissing down my neck, my abs, slowly getting on her knees for me like a good girl. Taking me in her mouth and running her tongue around my tip. My strokes get faster and soon I am releasing myself on the shower tile, thinking about our little omega. Our? No. not our omega.