<b>Chapter </b><b>180 </b>
“I lost control of my wolf and hurt her. I didn’t want to do it. I was appalled that it had happened. Yet everything changed after I did. Suddenly I found that even though I didn’t understand what was going on with her to make her so sick and in so much pain, my instincts on how to help her was what the needed.”
“You’re talking about your wolf. He knew how to help her when didn’t.”
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“His solution was painful but somehow it helped. The cramps and the extreme fatigue decreased. Her appetite and just her general willingness to y and be a child, it all got better. She still stayed with me for two weeks because we didn’t understand what happened but six monthster she came back <b>begging </b>me to do it again.”
I look at Cole as his tears finally fall. A slight sniffle beside me draws my attention to Lilly. The waiver in his voice, the sadness and regret he’s expressing even so many years after it happened has moved Lilly to silent tears.
“I tried alpha. I swear for three days I tried everything to relieve her of her pain but nothing worked. So I caved. I gave into my instincts but with a lot more control. I made her a hot bath with essential oils to help her to rx. I helped her get dry and dressed before putting her on myp and holding <b>her</b>. Comforting her, getting her to rx before we hurt each other.”
“Each other?!”
Lilly couldn’t help but blurt out the very same thing I was thinking.
“I agreed to give her what she wanted only if she did the same to me. It took three days for the symptoms <b>to </b>subside but this time once they were gone, she thanked me and left. Within days someone found out, started iming that I had raped her. No matter how I denied it, because I was afraid of admitting the truth, no one believed that I didn’t. It got back to my father. The day that Jon figured out what <b>was </b>going on was the same day things started getting really bad with dad again.
Three monthster, a few days after Christmas and a month before I turned eighteen, Olivia showed up at my door,te enough at night that there was very little activity in the pack house. I didn’t answer the door at first but she kept knocking and I recognized the knock so I answered. When I opened the door [ found Olivia holding andforting a very scared and battered nine year old girl named Annabel. Livy told me that Anna was her friend and she needed to be protected by me the way I had protected her.
I had no clue what she was talking about and it scared me to think Livy <b>was </b>asking me to do to a second child what I had to her but she insisted that was <b>was </b>seven. <b>A </b>weekter I returned to my father<b>. </b>Two weeks after that he sent <b>me </b>to live what Anna needed. I called my wolf forward, I followed his instincts and Iplied with the request. She stayed three days. A weekter I was called to my
father’s office. Six weekster Livy brought me a third child. She s
with the Jenkins.”
“So that’s how it got started?”
I am surprised at the awe in my own voice.
“I tried to stop it alpha. I didn’t touch any of them while I was at the Jenkins but that didn’t keep it from snowballing. Before I made it to the Jenkins everyone was already convinced that I was raping them but there was also an underground rumor. One that I had no idea of the power it held.
ndividuals wrote in The girls were passing on the truth of what happened in my room and when I returned to the pack house eighteen monthster there was a notebook left on my desk where I could see it. One of the older girls that sought safety in my room started it. It took a while to decipher how <b>m </b>the notebook but in the end I came up with twelve.
Word of my return to the pack house got out and two to three times a month around 10pm I’d get a knock at the door from a little seeking protection or a little that had gone through the pain of getting the protection they needed and they had convinced a sister or friend to do the same.
No matter how much I tried to stop it, I couldn’t. Even with me leaving the territory on <b>these </b>runs they keep looking for me. I have new notes <b>every </b><b>time </b><b>! </b>return. New girls that are frightened and scared, apologizing for being there without my permission. Terrified of are when they finally meet <b>me </b><b>because </b><b>I’ve </b>been demonized but <b>every </b>adult in the pack. Confused and uncertain because of what their friends tell them, that this is the only solution.<b>” </b>
The Son of Red Fang
<b>Chapter </b><b>181 </b>