My Dark Knight (COMPLETED)

Chapter 20

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The song is best listened to around the later part of the chapter after the scene in the forest. You’ll know what I’m talking about when you get there.

 

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“Your father is in a coma, Skylar.”

I could only stare in Alpha Brett in dismay, refusing to believe the words coming out of his mouth.  My father, pale and motionless in a cot in the infirmary, was something I had never expected to see. Pack Doctors, having an Affinity unlike normal werewolves, had a superior self-healing ability than anyone but an Alpha. My father had never been sick (not that werewolves were prone to sickness after childhood, anyways). He had never had any sort of medical condition. In fact, when I thought of the epitome of ‘health’, my father came to mind.

Yet here he was, nearly lifeless in the cot right in front of me. Alpha Brett had pulled out a chair for me and I sank into it slowly. I gingerly reached out and rested my hand on my father’s arm, almost wincing from the lack of heat emanating from his skin.

“…how?” I asked softly. The last I’d heard, my father had been treating Maria after she’d been attacked. When Alpha Brett ordered me to come to the infirmary immediately because something happened to my father, it was as if the ground was collapsing under my feet. Could anything else go wrong?

“Maria was barely coherent as Alexander was attacked while she was still weak. She said the vampires took some of his blood and injected him with a substance. Whatever it was, there must be some silver infused, because his Wolf isn’t healing him.”

He indicated my father’s upturned arm. The veins were dark and stood out against his pale skin; it was as if there was poison pumping through my father’s veins.

“There obviously wasn’t that much silver because it didn’t kill him. Your father’s Affinity is strong. He would have a better chance of recuperating than anyone else in the pack if he hadn’t been drained from helping Maria.” The Alpha’s tone was flat and clipped. I could sense the tension simmering underneath his tone, and I knew why: Anne was missing, too.

It had taken a while to notice the blonde’s absence, as Maria had not been coherent enough to talk. In fact, it was several hours after Maria’s arrival to the infirmary, but sometime before my father was attacked, that the pack was notified that Anne’s scent was stale. She was known to wander off on her own sometimes, but when her father could not break her mental barricade to contact her, he knew something was wrong. Now the whole pack was in a near-panic state. Two werewolves injured (one of which currently in a coma), and the Alpha’s daughter missing.

 I barely noticed when Alpha Brett strode off, presumably to renew his search for his daughter, leaving me and my mother alone with the prone figure in front of us.

My mother’s brilliant blue eyes were red-rimmed, her curls in disarray. She was crying softly and refusing to look at anything in particular. I couldn’t blame her; it was her Mate, after all. The thought of my own Mate caused a lump to rise in my throat and I quickly brushed the image of Gabriel’s face out of my mind. My own flesh and blood was suffering in front of me, and that had to take priority.