The Son of Red Fang by Diana Sockriter novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146

Madilyn turns her head towards the door as she hears me enter. Her eyes are red and slightly swollen from her rubbing them, her roy cheeks, tears. Her aims are wrapped tightly around her stomach and her face shows the discomfort that she’s experiencing

“What’s wrong, Lyn?” Task as

as I crouch down bedside the bed.

“My tummy hurts.”

She sniffles as tears run down her cheeks. I look at Lilly as I take Madilyn’s hand in mine, rubbing it gently.

“I heard her throwing up in her bathroom when I came back to our room. When I went into their room Madisyn was cound asleep so I brought Marilyn in here. She’s been doing extremely well today compared to yesterday but she seems to have come down with something. She’s thrown up twice since coming in here with me.”

I sigh as I wipe the tears from Madilyn’s cheeks. I place the back of my hand against her forehead but she doesn’t feel feverish.

“Her temp is normal.”

Lilly finishes as I spot the digital ear thermometer on the nightstand beside her. I nod gently as I stand.

“She’s not sick. I’ve felt the same way for about the last hour and a half, right before we heard him screaming.”

“You have?”

“Yeah.”

I sigh as I pause to hold my breath. It’s been two decades since I’ve hurled from running into a wolf in need. I’ve learned several coping techniques as a child to suppress the need but the last two days have been quite challenging for me.

“Are you okay?”

I let my breath out slowly, making sure I’ll be able to keep my dinner.

“I never did tell you how the Black family took over the Crimson Dawn pack, have I?”

Lilly shakes her head, it seems I’ve peaked her interest.

“This pack, in general, is one of the oldest packs in existence. One of the originals from when the moon goddess first created werewolves. Although I don’t know the full history of the pack, I do know that the first wolf to overthrow the reigning alpha was an alpha born by the name of Carson Dawnson. He renamed the pack Crimson Dawn. Him and his male children ruled over the pack with an iron fist until seventy years ago when my great–great grandfather William Black refused to believe that the moon goddess wanted the alpha to be a dictator, a god among her people. He is said to have been one of the first wolves to test the theory that pain would come to those wolves who didn’t follow every directive given by a higher rank.

William was born a delta, at least that is what’s believed since the blood test for birth rank hadn’t been created yet. Both his parents and several generations before him were all delta’s but a natural born alpha can be born into any rank. I guess it’s her way of keeping balance, anyone with a wolf could become

alpha.

Well, grandpa William fought his way through the warrior ranks until he became the top warrior and was chosen as Arthur Dawnson’s beta. Although he played by the rules the rules never sat well with him and it was several years later that he found his mate, an omega that was treated as nothing more than

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