Wednesday, May 8th
(Demetri’s POV)
I’m quickly losing my mind as several things stack up in the negative. It feels like the last six months have been nothing but bad things happening. Cole being abducted from the hospital, Charles and Kristoph attacking Jeremy, Lucas sharing his encounter with Kristoph, Cole’s multiple failed attempts to escape from Red Fang and now this.
He finally woke up but he has amnesia yet his intense fear remains. I told them he would be a flight risk in this situation but they weren’t familiar with the laws that would allow them to place a GPS tracking device on his wrist or ankle without his permission. I’m scolding hot and ready to rampage with the news that when the nurse did her rounds at 2am he wasn’t there. She had just received instructions to place the tracker on him but he slipped away. How on earth is he going to survive out in the world when he doesn’t understand who or what he is?
I’m pacing my office fast. I have been all day. Nothing is getting done as I have no ability to concentrate. My only relief is that Jeremy is in school now and Lilly takes care of picking him and Luke up from Meadow Wood each day. I’ve requested a trial run with Jeremy returning to his family now that the worst of his anger seems to have faded. Lucas also seems to be faring better as he relates to Jeremy very well and has even started helping Molly with her kids.
One of the only good things that has happened was the arbitration style trial that the council allowed regarding Lucas and Melody. They were so impressed with how I handled my own son that they allowed my idea of keeping it simple. They met with her parents to get an idea of their feelings surrounding what I had penalized Lucas with and kept their additional sanctions simple. Because of the time lapse and my report of several rounds of physical punishments they left that out. I honestly don’t think I could have turned him over for it knowing how he was assaulted seven years ago.
They agreed to my anti dating sanction on him but added several things to it. Mainly, he’s to be treated as a child until he’s an official adult in the eyes of the council, twenty-one. No dating unless he finds his fated mate, no leaving the pack, and no involvement in the prospect program until that age. I felt it was more than fair considering his diagnosis of Hyper Sexualization Disorder. He will also continue to go to Meadow Wood until that age as well.
A soft knock on my door stops my pacing. It opens slowly as if the person behind it fears my reprisal.
“Dad?” Damian’s voice is soft and nervous.
“It’s okay to come in.”
I reassure him as I turn my attention to the bay window. Similar to Cole, I find myself staring at the vast wooded area that surrounds the living area.
“Mom wanted me to let you know she’s home with Luke and Jerry. Since it’s a nice day, she let Luke take Jerry to the playground. She said you’ve been very angry all day and requested to be left alone.”
All I manage to do is nod as the rage boils inside me.
“Is there anything I can do to help?”
“You sound nervous. Are you afraid of me?”
The silence is deafening as he seems to struggle with his answer.
“Yes.”
I’m surprised but even more than that, relieved.
“Thank you.” I barely whisper.
“For what?” He asks as the door slowly squeaks shut.
“Being honest.” I keep it simple. “You are the only one right now that I felt could handle the rage within me.”
I pause as I know that I haven’t told anyone of the devastating news I received and the blame game I’m tearing myself up with.
“We lost Cole, again. He got spooked before they could place a tracker on him.”
“Any ideas on what spooked him? What do you mean they were going to place a tracker on him?” I knew he would ask.
“Dr. Moore diagnosed him with dissociative amnesia. It’s the only form that causes the person to forget who they are. In the case of werewolves, what they are. Anytime a werewolf is diagnosed with any type of amnesia, doctors or the alpha of the pack, can order a GPS device be fitted to their ankle or wrist when they are a flight risk. It’s very dangerous for a werewolf to have amnesia. Even more when their wolf is in a coma. He will seek out other werewolves without understanding why he wants to be near them or how to act with them. If he encounters the wrong ones they could kill him. Why are you afraid of me? Have you done something wrong?”
“I don’t think I’ve done anything. It just reminds me of the quiet rage you had when I wrecked the car. Immediately after taking me from the wing you brought me here to beat my behind. You’re more than angry, dad. You really care about Cole and losing him like this is terrifying to say the least.”
I simply nod, proud that my son was able to put such a complex situation together.
“Are you familiar with rage rooms?”
I shake my head as I’ve only heard of them in passing.
“Parker and I planned on going out to one tonight. It’s an hour away in Lynchburg. I think you need to come with us. It’s the best way to deal with the anger you have right now.”
I finally turn around and look at my son. He’s keeping a respectable distance from me while we talk.
“Is there anything I need?”
Although I had other ideas, mainly a rough spar with Patrick, visiting this rage room might be what I need.
“Just the standards for going out. Shoes, wallet, keys. We can stop and get something to eat on the way.”
“It puts a kink in the normal schedule but it will give me what I need without me accidentally hurting Patrick.”
He nods easily, seemingly relieved that I accepted his idea.
“Meet you in the garage in five?” He watches me closely.
“Yes sir. I’ll meet you there in five.”
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