Paris's POV

I decided to follow her scent and for some reason, it led me to several different parts of the hospital.


"Why Ember? Did you simply go on a tour of this place?" I asked, as finally her scent lingered in the reception making me stay awhile before I followed out the doors, and then outside it was simply widespread.

I heaved out a sigh, turning this way and that as I looked for Ember until I finally found her being held up by a man. I wanted to storm toward them and tug away the arm that was draped over her shoulder, but sheer willpower and self-control held me back from doing so. After all, I was no longer the man in her life.

If anything, I was simply the last person that she would have wanted to see right then. And so, I was forced to do anything but grind my teeth and watch as she laughed at whatever joke he made while he led her away from me.


"bloody son of a gun," I said angrily before walking back into the hospital. It was only after I had walked back into the hospital that it hit me.

£ember had been in a hospital. This hospital.


"and he had to have come here seeking medical help." worry had me racing out of the hospital again, but this time around, I searched and searched for Ember but she was nowhere to be found.

I had been so caught up with seeing that Jean bloke hold her that I didn't even stop to realize that there was a good reason why she had come here in the first place.

Of course, she had been unwell, and although she had been smiling when she left, I was desperate to know what was wrong.

I walked to the woman at the reception counter and gave my most charming smile,

"Good afternoon ma'am," I said, hoping this would work. I was well aware of how careful they were with patient's information,

"Why, good afternoon, how can I help you?"

"Well, I was wondering if I could speak to the doctor who was assigned to Ms. Ember Macgregor. Is that possible?"

Her brows drew together, "and who might you be to her?"

"her husband." I decided to opt for the truth, "but she's quite angry with me about my poor laundry habits and she was here a while ago without speaking to me about it." at least, close to the truth.

The woman smiled compassionately, "Let me check." she clicked a few keys while I waited and then finally nodded, "Dr.Albaricoque. The second room is on the third floor. Good luck with making amendments with your wife."

"Thank you," I said, sure I was going to need that stroke of luck.

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"I'm sorry, but the patient's information of any kind is completely confidential, I can't tell you what was wrong with her or why she was brought in here. But I can assure you that she is going to be fine. If that counts for anything to you."

"it does. But I still need to know as much as I can about her health."

"Then why don't you ask her? And if she feels right about telling you then she will. But as for me? I am in no position to do that. There is a code of conduct that guides us medics, and giving you the information you so wish to possess, absolutely goes against those ethics." he said.

I wanted to send both him and his ethics straight to hell. But instead, I took a step back and forced myself to breathe. If he didn't want to tell me what I wanted to know, then I was going to have to deal with it myself.

I waited around a corner until he was out of his room, and took one look at the security camera. I was going to have to deal with that sooner or later. I hoped it would be later and it would be Jackson who did.

Ember's file was right there, sitting on his table so I didn't even have to do too much.

None of what I was reading made any particular sense, especially with the fact that the man's handwriting was italicized scribbles. But I was able to make out the words, "coming into tremendous wolfish emergence." and I blinked in confusion.

"just what does this mean? I asked myself and tried to read further when I heard my phone ringing,

I took it out of my pocket and shook my head at the caller ID.

"I had almost forgotten that I had you to deal with," I said and took one more look at the scribbles on Ember's file, I closed it and dropped it back on the doctor's table.

Then I made my way out of his office. I still shot a text to Jackson about covering my tracks to which he replied "Your problem, deal with it. I hate hospitals."

I only rolled my eyes because I knew he was at it already.

The phone rang once again and I decided to pick it up and at least tell her that I was on my way,

"Paris? Where did you go? The nurse is looking for you right now. And I'm all on my own. You know I have no one else. My family members don't particularly like me right now. They still blame me for my cousin and his father being imprisoned, remember?"

I had no idea where any of what she was saying was suddenly coming from, but I chose to reply with patience,

"I'm coming Kate. I just needed to check on something," I said, wearily as I walked back to Kate's hospital room.

Kate's new cast brought on many changes. But one of them, one of the ones I decided to count as a blessing and not a curse, was the fact that she couldn't come calling for me whenever she wanted. I had to be the one to g o be with her. And sometimes, I was well able to leave her to the care of the maids, except when she started on the tale of how her family disliked her. How she had no one, and the guilt would have me pulling at my hair until I ran to be at her side.

Such was my life while I looked for the enemies of my pack. Meanwhile, fate had become my worst enemy of them all.

KATE'S POV

Despite the fact that I had gone out of my way to speak to Paris about setting Christina free, I had actually not made out time to visit her. Like I said, I may have willingly injured myself. But no amount of willingness had actually prepared me for the endless amount of pain or how drained I was for the first week.

It was the second week, and I thought I could handle a visit to my sister-in-law dearest. Although I was unsure how she would receive me. Which was why I decided to go with gifts.

"Hi, Christina," I said in a soft voice, sitting on the chair provided for me outside of her cell gates,

"Well, well. Look who decided to grace my prison with her presence. I had begun to believe that this place was beneath you. " she said with a wry smile. The smile vanished when her eyes fell on my leg, and she raised a brow in concern,

"What happened to you?"

"I fell down the flight of stairs," I said softly, and she shook her head,

"Still clumsy, I see. Sorry about it though, must have hurt a ton."

"he did. But it's healing nicely. Which is why I'm coming now. Forgive me for not coming sooner."

"I'd much sooner have your actions than an apology though," she said and I looked at her in confusion,

"don't look at me like that. We both know an apology won't get me out of here."

"oh, you need my help with leaving this place. Well, what would you like me to do?"

"First things first, I need you to help me find this culprit my brother is losing his head."

"the culprit? But how am I supposed to do that? And besides, according to Paris, the bloke is murderous. I could get hurt.”

“Did you just use the word bloke? How often are you with that brother of mine anyway? You’re begin to sound just like him.”

“That doesn’t have to be a bad thing.” I said softly and she only cast her eyes upward, “and besides I did try to get you out of here, but Paris, he seems too angry with you to listen. I don’t know how I’ll go about the culprit, but I’ll keep trying to get you out of this awful place.”

"use every means necessary. I have some means of my own. I may be in here, but I'll help you. Which brings me to my other request."

"Which is?"

"help me get the hell out of here."