All Chapters of The Orphans of Blue Ridge: Chapter 81 - Chapter 85

I slip through the hole in the ground as she stands frozen outside the door. I shift once I’m fully inside and start getting my shorts on before she has even opened the door. I’ve just about got my shirt completely on when she closes the door behind her standing with her hands pressed against the seam created between the door and the wall. “You’ve shifted.” She states slowly with a tremble in her voice. It’s the first time I’ve heard her real voice and it’s surprisingly different from how I hear her in the channel. “I’m sorry Avery. I know you’re not ready to interact with me like this but there’s something you need from me that I can’t give in wolf form.” “What do I need?” She asks suspiciously. “Comfort. Reassurance. A safe place to land as what I’m hearing tonight has me on edge and you’re even worse. Please? Let me hold you.” I make my request known yet I fear that she will comply simply from being conditioned to obey instead of an actual desire to do so. She walks slowly to

She was frantic telling me about what has been happening. Thinking about this little boy and his sister getting beaten after he was given a high dose of wolfsbane has me moving faster than my crew; dad let me put them together myself. Jessa has been back at the pack a little over a month and everyone involved is grateful that she has returned to the medical wing. We need her tonight. I stop for a moment on the main path we use in the south east forest, panting hard as my heart races with adrenaline. My understanding is that Micah is five to six years old but the neglect that he has suffered has stunted his growth and he’s no bigger than a three year old. He’s light enough to be carried but the chronic vomiting has Declan bringing him in the wagon. Beyond that, we know very little about the state of his health. I force myself to stand still, waiting impatiently for the rest of my crew. We need to stick together as each member has specific skills to either treat the children or to hel

“Parker, he’s not going to like it but these clothes need to be cut off. They are soaked in urine. Do we have any kid size shorts or pants we can put on him? A blanket?” Derrick immediately starts rummaging through my pack remembering what I have failed to. Meanwhile, I can hear Parker’s phone on speaker ringing on the other end. To our relief Jessa picks up on the second ring. “Micah needs Zofran. He’s thrown up at least twice since we got here.” Parker speaks before she has a chance to. “Can you guess his weight?” She responds. “Thirty, forty pounds max.” I answer quickly. She stays silent for a moment. “You need to give him 1.5 milligrams of Zofran. With him vomiting so often you need to give it as a shot.” “Yes ma’am.” He immediately opens the special medical bag he carries, unzipping it so it unfolds flat. He quickly puts together the syringe filled with medication as Micah whimpers softly against my leg. Parker approaches quietly, sitting upon the ground with a small clea