Page 15 of Untamed

I walk over and sling myself onto the bed next to him. He sends a half-hearted growl my way, but his body betrays him. He snuggles close to me and lets his muscles relax.

We both know that he won't find his mate when he shifts. We both know he's MateLess. I hold out hope for a miracle, but I can scent the dread in his wolf, the doom in his eyes.

Tucking my arm around him, I let my eyes drift closed, too. I'll always be there for Sarj. Always.

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Alpha Jax

I kick open the rickety door to the 'doctor' without fanfare. Snow doesn't have time for pleasantries like knocking.

"Fix her," I growl at the thin, wiry wolf blinking at me in astonishment.

"W-who? Her?" he babbles, "A-alpha?"

I gently lay Snow down on the table covered in a threadbare yellow sheet. Snow's head lolls to the side, her breathing even but shallow. There's a slight raspy sound in her lungs. She's growing worse. Turning, I grab the male by the throat. "What is the hold-up?" I growl, my teeth snapping in his face.

"I... right!" he stands up so abruptly that the chair he was sitting on falls over with a clatter. We both ignore it as he rushes to the sink to wash his hands before hurrying back to Snow.

"How'd this female end up out here?" he mutters.

My wolf rumbles a warning. "You've never heard of her?" I ask. I take note of his nervousness, the faint tremble in his hands, the dilation of his pupils, the beads of sweat on his brow.

"No," comes his swift reply.Liar

"What about the male? The one you can scent on me?" I smile, my canines flashing.

The shake in his hands grows worse. "Ah... that's Thomson," he whispers. "Is he... is she his female?"

"No."

I say nothing else, waiting for the male to start babbling again. Alpha wolves are scarce up here. This male may have gone years without seeing a male my size. All I need to do to intimidate this wolf is allow the silence to speak for me.

"Well, she's stopped bleeding," the doctor offers. He gently peels the fabric away from her wounds. "I'll clean it, give her a shot of antibiotic. Best I can do. Not sure how she's out here, you know, in this place-"

"Examine her," I bite out. "I want to know what her overall health is."

He nods, rushing to clean and dress the deep claw marks on Snow's chest. I don't know what makes me angrier, the sight of the wounds or the bright, white bandages wrapped around her. A delicate human female has no place out here with the wolves.

"She's a bit thin," the doctor says. He gently picks up Snow's wrist and frowns. "A few scars on both arms," he mumbles. He starts to pull the fabric away from her hips.

I can't keep the growl contained. He freezes, the shirt halfway down. "I need to see her stomach, Alpha. Do you want to undress her for me?"

I reach out and gently remove her clothing. Her pale stomach is revealed. In the bright light of the office, I can see the silvery scars on her lower belly.

"Childbirth," the doctor announces. "Any idea where the child is?"

"Dead."

He nods, and I roll the shirt back down. Now I'm even more agitated. My wolf is pacing, back and forth, like a rabid dog. I need to find that pup. How old is she? And am I looking for Snow's pup, or some other female, maybe a younger sister?

Not that it matters. Snow and the lost little pup are my responsibility now. I look at my phone. I have one bar. Hopefully, it's enough. I don't step away from the doctor to make my call. I want this male to hear who I'm summoning aid from.

"Alpha Macon," I greet my dad. His greeting is cut off, the old wolf knowing immediately that this isn't a social call.

"Son," his voice has already deepened, dropping to a low rumble.

"I have a young female, human, unconscious at..." I raise an eyebrow at the doctor.

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