<b>The </b><b>Son </b><b>of </b><b>Red </b><b>Fang </b>


    <b>Chapter </b><b>391 </b>


    talked minimally?


    “Unfortunately, the alpha used herst three days there to corner her and <b>assault </b>her <b>repeatedly</b><b>. </b>We didn’t know it at the time but she was in really bad shape when she arrived. She kept <b>to </b>herself<b>, </b>with Ang when she needed to. Ang expressed concern but I <b>had </b>failed to clean up my schedule so that I could get her in my office and go over myws, my rules and <b>my </b>expectations regarding her position in the pack.


    Almost two weekster, my son acts like a fool and crashes the car. Although Ang had mentioned the possibility she had found an empath we didn’t know it until that night. It scared Jessa <b>beyond </b>anything I can describe to expose her power to us but it was a necessary move because of <b>Damian’s </b>fear of the hospital and another nurse’s failed attempt at getting an IV going. She had to resort to putting the IV in his neck.”


    A shiver runs down my back causing my entire body to viably shake briefly.‘


    “It wasn’t easy but she got it right which allowed him to get the medication he needed so that I could leave his bed. While I was talking with Ang, Jessa went against our wishes and set his <b>wrist</b>.


    None of us even knew that it was broken.”


    “Is that how you knew she was an empath?<b>” </b>


    I pull away from the alpha with a soft whine as I realize I interrupted his story. I stifle my yelp as he


    pats my leg, letting my breath out slowly as I realize that he’s not going to hit me for it.


    “Cole?”


    His voice is gentle but concerned. I open my eyes, looking into his as I apologize quietly. He nods


    silently with a smile before continuing.


    “Yes. That’s what told us she was an empath. The fact that she could feel that his wrist was subtly misaligned, her willingness to disobey a direct order by luna not to mess with it when she had voiced


    concern about it and her immediate fear of rejection all told me that she was an empath. It became


    very easy to see that she had been abused every time her secret became known and I understood


    immediately why the alpha of Purple Mountain was so quick to agree to the transfer over making her


    a rogue


    first.


    I ended up forcing her to expose an injury that wasn’t healing properly. One that was purposely done to her. It took a lot but, I managed to restrain her simr to how I did with you to get the IV in her. Once she was sedated Ang fixed her injury and she was ced on desk duty while she healed.


    I’m sorry for the long story but considering I revealed to her that it’s your family that’s abusing you instead of allowing you to do it I thought this was a fair exchange.<b>” </b>


    I shake my head before looking up, even with the alpha’s face without looking into his eyes<b>. </b>


    <b>Chapter </b>391


    <b>“</b><b>It </b>doesn’t bother me that you shared. I barely remember you <b>doing </b>it. I’m quiet but losen with


    <b>him</b><b>. </b>


    “To answer your question, Ang and I started to suspect that her wolf was weakened a mouth he she came to us. We missed our opportunity to get the blood needed to run all the standard panels on


    her. We often run more on transfers than we do on prospects but the wound was extensive enoligh that we feared severe anemia. She has experienced mistreatment in the hospital as a patient so it takes a lot of nning to do anything medically to her. What little blood work we’ve managed to do has not turned up a reason for her wolf’s weakness.”


    ve to do


    “What about silver?” I can’t help but suggest considering it was only tested for in me when I started


    to withdraw.


    “We have tested her multiple times for silver. She shows that she has been exposed but nothing in her blood. We can’t treat her with binders to flush the silver out until it’s in her blood.”


    We sit in silence as I digest the fact that my mate has been poisoned as well.


    “Would you like to watch her work?”


    I shake my head almost frantically as the sound of the baby’s cry echoes in my head. I ce my hands over my ears as I struggle with what I heard less than ten minutes ago.


    “Cole?” Alpha questions again.


    “I’m sorry. The cries alpha. I can’t handle it when a pup cries.”


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