Friday, December 14th
(Demetri POV)
It’s been two weeks since Jon contacted me. It was devastating to learn that Alpha Redmen had purposely targeted his youngest son on top of everything else that has happened. I may have lost the fight to get Cole back before he stepped foot on Red Fang territory but at least I could get Molly and her kids away from further harm.
Jeremy had to be in the wing for a little over a week. Wednesday the 5th was the first night we tried lowering his pain medication to something Molly could handle giving him. While he’s doing better at getting up and walking around, his bruised bladder is still a struggle for him. He has chosen to continue wearing the absorbent underwear as the embarrassment of having accidents isn’t something he can handle.
I hold regular zoom and FaceTime meetings with Jon and Jamie. The most recent update is that Cole finally made it back to his room this past Monday, the 10th. He’s keeping them at bay still which has all of us worried.
A soft knock and a set of barely perceptible pacing footsteps bring me from my thoughts before I can get too deeply into them. I look away from my computer towards the door as it slowly opens.
“Can we talk?” Lucas’s voice is meek and uncertain as he steps inside my office. “May I shut the door?”
Something about how he’s acting causes me concern. I draw a deep breath as he waits for my response just barely inside the office.
“How about you grab the sign beside the door? Hang it on the knob on the outside and lock it after you shut it.”
He nods silently as he follows my instructions, removing his shoes before walking towards the desk. He stops briefly in front of the chair but ultimately pushes it out of the way giving him space to pace in front of me. I sit back in my chair, silently observing his struggles.
He stops and opens his mouth as if to speak but closes it before saying a word. It’s after his third attempt that I decide to help him along, slowly growing my parental aura and scent outward in the hopes that it will help him to relax.
“Luke, I don’t think you were this nervous when we did the new shifter’s ceremony for your sixteenth birthday and that required you to strip to your birthday suit in front of the majority of the pack. Even though nudity isn’t frowned upon here getting naked before you shift is not easy. Talk to me, Luke. What’s going on?”
“I’m sorry dad.”
The statement is rushed but at least he’s trying to find his voice.
“You’re feeling guilty?”
It was meant to come out more as a statement, an observation of his current state of mind but ends up in a curious question. He sighs as he grabs his hair, throwing his arms down as he tries again.
“I fucked up and I don’t know what to do? Dr. Richards mentioned the possibility of sending me to Wolfington if I don’t start talking.”
I take a moment to process his fear driven response.
“Wolfington is a solution of last resort.” He nods as his pacing continues.
“I’d much rather keep you home, help you work through your problems here but I can’t do that if I feel that you’re a danger to the female preshifts of this pack. Even though they are no longer considered abusive by the council it’s still a rough place to be.”
“I’m scared, dad. I don’t know what to do. He told me…. He told me that….”
“Who Lucas?”
“I don’t remember his name.”
“What’s wrong? Please son, I can’t help you if I don’t know.”
“It doesn’t matter. I was wrong then. I’m wrong now. I deserve the punishment I receive but the nightmares. Ever since you spanked me that first time it’s every night.”
“Lucas, please talk to me. Tell me what you’ve been hiding. We used to be so close before you shied away from me.”
“You will punish me for what I have done. For being too stupid to run to you sooner. For not telling you what was happening. You will punish me just as he said you would.”
“No Lucas.” He finally stills his pacing and looks into my eyes barely able to keep the contact. “I will not punish you. Please tell me what happened.”
He finally nods his head. I can’t believe what I’m seeing and I know what he has to say must be nerve racking for him to be terrified of telling me. I have no idea what his story is going to be so I simply sit back, allowing my parental aura and scent to fill the room.
I watch as he tries to get comfortable with telling me. First wondering over to the chair he pushed away, then to the couch against the wall just to get up and pace again. I watch my son struggle, becoming lost myself on how to help him.
“Lucas, relax. Speak your mind freely.”
“You’re not going to like it. It was my fault for being so stupid, naïve. I don’t know how to tell you but it hurts to keep it in. I tried to forget but Cole brought it back. My wolf never forgot what Redmen did.”
“Kristoph.” I whisper. He shakes his head.
“I don’t remember his name.”
“But you know he was a Redmen.”
I repeat what little information I’ve been given so far. He nods as he resumes pacing.
“Six years ago, when I was ten almost eleven, you had just started a new cycle of runs for the prospect program. It was the end of July, beginning of August when the second run started and, as usual, Red Fang was the first pack in the territory. Before physicals even got started, similar to Cole, you ended up with a prospect getting moved into the medical room next to yours.
I stopped in his doorway while the door was open several times. I was curious as to why he was there as he didn’t act like he was in pain or felt sick in any way. He noticed me a few times and one night he followed me across the hall to my room. I didn’t want to be rude so I didn’t say anything when he followed me inside. He sat in my desk chair and asked some simple questions before he went back to the room.
The next night I had a nightmare. I woke up screaming and I could feel someone come in and sit on my bed with me. I knew immediately that it wasn’t you. Even though his aura was alpha, it was harsh and creepy but it was dark in my room so I struggled to place where I had felt the aura before.
He came in every night after that. It was always very early in the morning, just after midnight that I would feel him lay in the bed with me and wrap his arm around me. After a week of this I began to recognize his scent and it smelled just like the wolf next to your room.
During the second week he started taking the blanket from me and when he wrapped his arm around me he would put his hand on my groin. I started to whimper and squirm as I didn’t like feeling his hand there. It was the first time he spoke since coming into my room. He told me that big boys don’t cry, especially when nothing is hurting them.
I reached down and tried to pull his hand off of me but instead of moving he closed his hand around my package and squeezed me. I fought against him, crying from the pain but he wouldn’t let go until I kicked him.
He reacted so quickly that I had no idea what was happening until he already had me positioned across one knee with his other leg over my shoulders pinning me to the bed. He took my pants off and started hitting me with his hand. You had never spanked me before. Goddess did it hurt. I have no idea how long he went before he stopped but he wasn’t done with me.
Instead he forced my legs apart and started touching me, whispering about how old does a pup have to be to get a hard on. I squirmed even more, trying to get away. The first time he just said something, the second time he squeezed me, the third time was another spanking."
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