Rising 366_The Son of Red Fang

Chapter 366 

 “I usually use hoodies over a coat if I’m not walking far and the weather is nice.” 

 “Do you have one here?” He points to the dresser beside the door.

 “In the box.”

 I walk over to the box and pull out the rest of what he brought down. I ce the nebulizer machine gently on the dresser, followed by all the essories before reaching his hoodie on the bottom. I pull it out before dropping the box to the floor. I shake it out, looking it over to find a zipper down the middle.

 “This one’s different from the one you had when you helped us with Madilyn.”

 I observe before handing it to him. He slips it on cautiously, almost as if he’s in pain. Even though his pacing and frantic hand stims have calmed considerably since I told him we’re going to the training annex, I can tell by his fear filled eyes and panting breath that he’s nowhere close to done his panic attack. How many of these has he been forced to bury and act as if nothing is going on in order for him to be so seemingly calm?

 Without being told, Julie has already stepped out into the hallway patiently waiting for Cole and I to join her. I wait for Cole to start walking on his own, stopping beside the door to slip his shoes on before exiting as well. I’m thest one out of the room, closing the door, before we start walking to the medical wing.

 Half way down the west wing he stops, backing up a few steps before turning and running hard into me. He whines hard as he attempts to get around me. I wrap my arms under his, pulling him into me as I use one hand to rub the back of his head.

 “Shhhh. I need you to rx and listen.”

 I give him a minute to settle before trying to exin.

 “I’m keeping you inside as far as we can go because with your low body temppared to the rest of us it’s easier for you to get cold. I promise you, we are headed to the end of the hall and out that door.”

 Heys his forehead against my shoulder, breathing in deep but faster than normal. His rhythmic squeeze on the loose fabric of my shirt showing me the unmistakable angst that he’s feeling. I stay silent, giving him as long as he needs to process the information. My only movement is the soft massage of his scalp matched to the rhythm of his stim as I patiently wait for him to start moving on his own again.

 I lift my hand away from him as he rises from my shoulder.

 “I’m sorry alpha.” He whispers, ashamed of his reaction.

 “There’s nothing to be ashamed of.” I reassure him quietly.

 He turns slowly, taking his time to find his footing before heading towards the back door of the west wing. To my relief, the walk outside is uneventful although I had hoped that the cloudy sky would have held onto some of the heat from earlier in the day. I pull out my keys and toss them to Patrick as we approach the building. He did really well getting everything he needed yet conveniently left his own set of keys in his apartment. I give him a smile and a snort at the irony of the situation.

 “At least I didn’t lock the apartment door.”

 He counters at my simple humor. He holds the door open for everyone to enter inside before shutting and locking the door.

 “I linked the cleaning crew. I exined that we needed the annex to do special testing with one of the prospects. That it would be best for them toe clean in the morning and I would alert the warriors that it wouldn’t be open until noon.”

 “Did they give you a hard time?” I speak casually as we walk to the center of the room.

 “They weren’t happy about it but agreed to my n when I told them the other option was to start cleaning it at 10pm.” 

 I can’t help but chuckle a bit at his calm, matter of fact way of dealing with the cleaners.

 “I also promised to give them a few extra hands that have been learning our cleaning routine around the pack house.”

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