Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

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Alpha On The Hunt Chapter 83
Axton POV
“How is she?” Marco asks, jolting me from my thoughts as I stare at Elena in the hospital bed. A breathing tube is down her
throat. Her skin is deathly pale. Marco’s blood barely kept her alive long enough to get her to the hospital. Doctors have been
trying to figure out why she hasn’t woken up and isn’t healing entirely. Leaning back in the stiff blue chair, I peer up at Marco and
shake my head.
“No change, it’s been hours, and she still can’t breathe on her own, yet her lung has healed, no punctures, and the bleeding
around her heart stopped. They said she’d be dead if you hadn’t given her your blood. The
screwdriver was the only thing stopping her from bleeding out before we got to her.” I tell him.
“Lab results haven’t returned yet?” Marco asks, and I sigh, shaking my head.
“No, they said a couple of hours.” Marco taps my shoulder and nods toward the door. “Come on then. There’s no point sitting
here. Besides, we are about to raid Cane’s pack. Maybe you can get Soyer to join us?” he hasn’t left Amy since they got here
either.
“I’m not leaving her.”
“She won’t be alone,” Michelle says, making me lean back to peer around Marco. She has the boys in a stroller. Eli battered and
bruised beside her. but he is otherwise okay. Luke steps into the room, his eyes widening when he sees his sister before rushing
toward her. Jumping to my feet, I grab him before he reaches her, locking my arms around his shoulders.
“She’s okay. She’s alive,” I whisper, kissing his temple. He nods his head slowly, his eyes locked on his sister.
“I can’t lose her, too,” Luke whispers.
“I know, and you won’t. She’ll be fine once they figure out what’s keeping her in this state,” I promise him, though I just hope I
don’t have to break that promise.

“I need you to watch over her for me until I return. I have to help Marco.” Luke stares up at me.
“You’re not leaving me?” I shake my head.

“Never, I’ll be back,” I tell him, and he sighs but nods, so I quickly let him go. Giving the boys a quick kiss, I leave with Marco
stopping at the room next door. Amy is also unconscious, but Marco said she is in transition. She died on the way to the hospital
luckily, she had Marco’s blood in her system. Stepping inside the room, Soyer lifts his head from the bed at her side.
Amy’s hands are cuffed to the frame; apparently, when she wakes, she could turn rabid or suicidal. Apparently, the transition
from werewolf to vampire is different from human to vampire. With that instinct telling them they were an abomination, I couldn’t
imagine being one thing before becoming another, one you were raised believing is your mortal enemy.
“Get up, stop moping. She’ll be fine. You two are depressing me!” Marco asks Soyer.
“What if she wakes?” Soyer questions.
“Then we will head back, but for now, both of you need to leave this hospital. Supernatural law says raids need to be approved
by three council members and overseen. Unfortunately, Osiris can’t sign himself, Cane is dead, Elena is knocked out, and
Thomas is all that is left.”
“Can’t he override it? He works for the government!” Soyer asks.
“Human government, and currently, I’m suspended for attacking a court officer.”
Soyer reluctantly gets up, and I know he only does it because he is driven
by the need to pay back Osiris. Osiris was an enemy who turned out actually to be an ally. He didn’t need to help, and I honestly
thought he wouldn’t. But he showed up anyway without hesitation.
We all leave the hospital, climbing into Marco’s car. The trip is silent, all of us consumed with our thoughts and worries until we
arrive at the front of the Cane’s pack borders. Osiris is waiting, leaning against his car, a cigarette between his lips. He tosses it
when we pull up beside him.
Climbing out, he throws his hands up. “Fuckers won’t let my men pass. Despite feeling that the pack link is broken. They said I
needed a warrant!” Osiris snarls.

“Which is why we’re here,” I tell him just as Thomas pulls up. He quickly jumps out of the car, warily eyeing Osiris, making me
wonder what happened between them.
“Sign the fucking documents, and I will tell the council you are innocent!” Thomas glanced at us, then at Marco like he expects to
be arrested at any given second.

“He threatened my mate. What did you expect me to do? Derrick dumped the debt on my hands when he dropped that
laundromat on me!”
“Sign the papers. My father is in there!” Osiris roars at him.
“Are you sure? Your pack said they felt the pack link crumble that day?” Soyer questions.
“I know, I felt it too, but it’s him, I know it’s him, I know what my father looks like.”
Soyer nods, moving toward his car, and Osiris pulls the paper from his pocket. Soyer quickly signs it, and so do I and Thomas.
When done, Osiris stomps over to the main guard, slamming the paper against his chest.
As we crossed the pack borders, it was clear the pack was in disarray. The
houses were boarded up, the lawns unkempt, and the people seemed fearful. There was an uneasy silence as we drove to the
packhouse, and the tension is palpable. The windows on the passing houses were boarded up, and the doors. People are wary
of anyone they don’t recognize. The pack has been through a lot, and they are clearly still dealing with the aftermath, making me
wonder how Cane kept all this from us.
When we pulled up to the packhouse, it was clear the house had seen better days. The windows were boarded up, and the door
was locked. We had to break the door down to get in, and the stench of the place hit us immediately. Inside, we found people
locked in cages and dead bodies piled up in the corner, and the stench of death and decay was overpowering. “No wonder his
pack is so terrified,” Marco comments.
We quickly make our way to the basement, where we find a tunnel that has been dug out, leading to the city tunnels. It is clear
that Cane used the tunnels to smuggle people in and out of the pack. There are more cages down here, and more dead bodies,
and the place has an eerie feeling to it.
We unlock the cages, and I can hear someone has called for ambulances when I hear Osiris. “Dad!” he screams, racing past me
to a cage in the far corner. He clutches the mesh before peering over at us.
“Get me something now!” he yells. Marco rushes over, and so do I. Peering into the cage, I find Stiles. The elder stares blankly at
his son for a second before he gasps, clutching his son’s fingers through the mesh.