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Now all three of us were staring at him. I was at a complete loss for words, but as unsettled as Dr. Kelly seemed, he didn't look particularly surprised.

Eddie looked between us nervously. "Why?" he asked. "What does that mean? Is something wrong with me?"

I opened my mouth to reply, but thought better of it. Mostly because I wasn't sure what to think myself.

"No," Dr. Kelly said carefully, his gaze drifting over to me. "It's a special type of wolf, like an alpha. And if that's true, it would answer quite a few questions."

Yeah. It certainly fucking would.

ChapterTwenty-Nine

EDDIE

"Aspecial kind?" I echoed, looking between the others. "Is it more dangerous than an alpha?"

"In a manner of speaking," Arrow said dryly.

Castor shot him a silencing glare.

"What?" Arrow challenged. "He has the right to know."

"Know what?" I pressed, starting to panic. "What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing," Dr. Kelly said, his tone suspiciously gentle, which just put me on edge even more. "There's nothing wrong with you, but… Arrow says you've been sick?"

I hesitated. Instinctively, I touched my neck only to realize the bandage was gone. And of course it would've come off when I shifted. Shit.

My eyes flew up to Castor, who was watching me in deep contemplation. When he caught me looking at him, he gave me a slight smile that didn't meet his eyes. "It's okay. I told them what happened."

I eyed him doubtfully. Why would he do that?

"And this started when Castor bit you?" Dr. Kelly asked.

I fell silent. I didn't know what Castor wanted me to say, and what he didn't. I didn't even know everything he had told them.

"You can be honest with him," Castor said, as if he understood the cause of my hesitation.

I nodded. “A little after that, yeah."

"And what are your symptoms?" The doctor asked.

I hesitated. "I don't know. I just feel kind of weak, I guess. And feverish, but I think that's because I went into rut while we were in the woods."

"No, you didn't," Arrow scoffed, earning another scolding look, this time from Dr. Kelly. I turned to him, since I could count on him not to mince words.

"What are you talking about?" I asked. "Why is everyone being so weird?"

"Because they're too awkward to tell you the truth about what it means to be an omega," Arrow said, ignoring Castor’s withering glare.

"Which is?" I asked warily.

"You're basically a werewolf whore," Arrow answered.

Castor punched him in the arm, and Arrow turned to shove the other hunter off him. "What? It's the truth."

"A whore?" I echoed, raising an eyebrow.

"What Arrow is trying to say in the basest possible terms is that omega wolves have certain…” Dr. Kelly trailed off for a moment, as if he wasn’t sure how to phrase his response. “Certain unique properties that make them… How shall I say this? More appealing to alphas."

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