Kilian's POV

The Demeter Ship
“It’s what we call a Wolf Splice. Here, hold this.” Laura plasters two glass vials against my chest, freeing her hands to open a white packet.
And here I am, juggling the mini bottles like they’re on fire. You’re an idiot, man.
It’s possible, but I’m not fond of medic stuff. The only person I find appealing in this environment is Laura and only Laura.
When I first saw those hazel eyes and plump cheeks three years ago, I would have never imagined that behind them was a talented doctor from Pallamir...
Bombs were exploding, and people were terror-struck. During the battle, I was injured by an N_54 grenade. Well, there she was that day—a true miracle that turned her coat and has saved many of my people ever since.
One of my feet leaps in terror when she pulls an extremely long medical device out of the pouch.
“A Wolf Splice, Kilian!” That again, Laura’s pitch startles me enough I take a second step back. Honestly, I don’t like this place.
The thermo-scan pad she is looking at catches my attention. Placing this medical weapon on a metallic trolley table, she enters some data on this tablet of hers, typing like there’s no tomorrow. I don’t know what she’s doing, but the woman has some skills-set. For sure, she has.
“Ah! Up it goes.”
I follow her darting gaze as it aims at Spades. Sleeping beauty hasn’t woken up yet, and I wish she did. Mhmm...on second thought, this hyperactive darling is easier to handle as is—strapped on the table, nowhere near danger.
“What’s a Wolf Splice?” Nathair’s been so silent she made herself forgotten. From where she stands, though, I’m happy to discover I’m not the only idiot in the room.
“I’ll tell you what it is. Come closer.”
My leather-gloved feline leaves the dark corner she’s collated against and strolls forth. If I didn’t know Nathair, she’d make an impression on me, her snake tattoo, enlightened by a diopter magnifying lamp, threatening us as she leans over Spades.
My eyes align with hers.
Floating imagery waves above my little wolf’s enigmatic body, replicating it perfectly. And like a floating soul, it hovers over her.
I wish I could offer Laura state-of-the-art technology. But that’s all I can afford for the moment—some twenty-year-old equipment I found in a ghost ship.
My doc points to an energy line contouring Spades’ body. “See this yellow glow. That’s a wolf.”
“Nathair, fond of the girl who tried to kill you, I see.” The chuckles Laura releases are contagious enough that I laugh in return but not for long. This simper of mine leaves me for Suspicionland, my closest stroking Spade’s hair in a way that is not sisterly...
“Mind if I take your spot, lover girl?”
“Uh?”
Indifferent to Nathair’s answer, Laura gently nudges her away.
I’ll need to have a word with my general, Spades, not a playground she can play in.
Laura takes one of the vials from my stupid embrace. She then enters this horrifying object she pulled out from a sterile pack earlier, and inserts it into the vial’s entrance to suck in its liquid. She lifts Spades’, well as it is, my t-shirt and—
“Doc, easy on the girl!” My groan goes wild. With this thing that shouldn’t exist, Laura thought it best to strike her in the thorax like a butcher stabs a steak!
“Kilian, Alpha dearest,” Laura huffs amusingly. “I couldn’t have inserted this harmless needle more softly than I did.”
As much as I want to convey a sense of indifference, it’s not there. The fact is, blood and other injections don’t work for me.
“It’s well known our Alpha has issues with needles.” Nathair sniggers, tilting her head, bedding her mocking quaking chest in her crossed arms like she’s the new favorite comic in town. Make fun of me. We will see who begins crying my name because there’s a spidra in her shower!
Laura turns to the hollow-like tech hovering above Spades, two fingers turning the monitor’s rotating button. “Now look.”
Spades’ replicated energy field oscillates as if shaken by electricity. “See. God damn it! That’s another wolf, just there!”
“It’s not a secret, Laura. She has a full pack in her.” I sigh, my skin on hers, every inch of my fingers’ nerves karmically blending with my woman. The truth is, I could caress Spades’ forehead for eternity.
“Alpha Love, firstly, it’s not my point. Second of all, she doesn’t have a full pack in her but two wolves.”
Laura talks to me like this affair we had two years ago is still ongoing. Women and Hierarchy is a game of fucks. So, imagine when you slept with one who’s supposed to call you Alpha. There’s no need to growl. I have no authority whatsoever over the women who cross my life. While my coy gaze stucks on her, I then remember something. Hearsays, nothing much but... “Rumors talked about a curse.”
“Rumors, my ass." Laura turns the monitor off and, pinching her lips as doctors do before saying bad news, leans against her desk. “Back in the days when I was a med student, I got pretty...” She coughs like a milady who swallowed her tea the wrong way. “...close to one of the most renowned surgeons.
...Fuck.”
Fuck?!
My nostrils flare when she wets her lips, a shade of grey gradually veiling her face as she does.
“What happened in med school?” Nathair's on edge. But not as much as I am.
