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Lucas’s explosion has wiped the smile off Madisyn’s face and has even caused Madilyn <b>to </b>cower back into her chair.
“And what exactly is your impression of who Cole is?”
Julie asks patiently the question he has refused to answer for thest four weeks he’s been seeing
her.
“He’s a predator that’s preying on women and children!”
He repeats the statement that all of us have heard before.
“Lucas, ignoring what Das said about Cole, what has Cole said or done in thest ten weeks that make you believe he’s a predator?”
She asks another question she’s been asking him for weeks.
I’ve read all of Julie’s notes on her sessions with Lucas. Although this does breach the normal
therapist to patients confidentiality, it’s because he has already injured Cole twice that she is willing
to allow it in an effort for both of us to understand his thinking. I’m also under strict orders not to
punish or directly ask him anything that would allow him to think that she’s supplying me.her notes
on their sessions.
“Just because he’s not acting like a predator out in the open doesn’t mean he isn’t one.”
We get the same answer as before as he quickly stands from his chair, knocking it over in the
picks his chair up, on. After a minute of
process. Madilyn whimpers in fear as Madisyn growls at her brother. He quickly cing it under the table as he gathers his dishes and takes them to the scraping and rinsing he emerges from the kitchen and walks quickly to the stairs.
“If you seek Cole out to harm him your hind parts will have hell to pay.”
I speak clearly and loudly as I hear his shoese to a squeaky stop. It only takes a moment for me
to hear movement again, only this time it’s traveling up the stairs. I drop my head into my hands
with a sigh.
“What am I going to do with him?”
Julie remains silent as she rubs/my arm.
“As we have already spoken of, the only thing we can do is keep going. Eventually he’s going to slip
and tell me what’s really beneath–this deep seated hatred towards Cole.”
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<b>Julie’s </b><b>voice </b><b>is </b>sympathetic towards my frustration <b>as </b>I stand <b>from </b><b>the </b><b>table</b><b>. </b>I move to the chair beside <b>hers </b>and slowly move it out enough to reach down <b>and </b><b>lift </b>Madilyn <b>from </b>her seat. She whimpers briefly before the heat of my body and the scent from <b>my </b>neck <b>hit </b><b>her</b><b>, </b><bforting </b>her. immediately as she wraps her arms tightly around me. She’spletely silent <b>yet </b>her <b>tight </b><b>hold </b>and her face buried into my neck tell me of the stress she’s feeling.
I sit back in my own seat, keeping her in myp as I slip one hand onto her back while the other goes beneath her shirt searching for any knots that may have formed like thest time Cole <b>was </b>panicking.
“I don’t hurt, daddy. I’m just sad.” She whispers against my neck.
“I’m sorry. I just don’t understand why your brother feels the way he does.” <b>I </b>sway her <b>gently </b><b>in </b><b>my </b>
arms.
“Do you think he’s dangerous in any way?” Julie asks honestly.
“Towards the pups, no. He would never hurt them. At least not the youngest ones.”
“But older ones like Lucas?” She implores softly.
“Lucas attacked him. I fault no one for defending themselves.”
“What did you see before Lucas attacked?”
“He wanted to flee. He only defended himself when there was no alternative and his mental health paid a heavy price when he did.”
She nods silently as I hold Madilyn a little longer before returning her to her seat to eat.
“Patrick, I’d appreciate it if you could hang out for a little while after you’re finished eating. Depending on what he needs I may need your help.”
“Absolutely.” He gives me a single nod as I walk by.
“Thank you.” I ce my hand on his shoulder before turning towards Julie.
“Although I don’t think he’s moved everything out of the medical room upstairs I do know that he’s in the guest room I’m giving him until he leaves in July. I’m hoping that it will make him morefortable with being here<b>.</b><b>” </b>
She nods with a smile as she follows me to his room, a short walk down the hall vehind the stairs. A frustrated growl causes me to quicken my pace as I turn into the open door of his room.
Cole is actively pacing the room, highly agitated with brief disys of muted aggression. His agitated state has affected Jessa heavily as she slowly backs away into the doorway I’m standing <b>in</b>. <b>I </b>
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<b>underestimate </b><b>the </b>level of fear she is experiencing as <b>she </b><b>bumps </b><b>into </b><b>me</b><b>. </b>
Her shrill yelp and sudden fight catch me <b>by </b>surprise as I wrap <b>my </b>arms <b>around </b>her. She pushing against me with everything she has trying to get out of my hold.
While I’ll admit that I haven’t spent nearly enough time with her, earning her trust as <b>I’ve </b>done the
so much as raised <b>my </b>voice as <b>i </b>know, without her telling me how empaths aremonly treated. I’ve always been <b>patient</b><b>, </b><b>gentle </b>and kind with her. I tighten my hold as I finally speak.
other abused wolves I’ve brought in, I’ve never hurt her. I’ve never
“It’s okay Jess. It’s just me.”