The Son of Red Fang by Diana Sockriter novel Chapter 322

The Son of Red Fang

Chapter 322

“Everyone around the sparring ring will remain in the building until I have your names. Although it appears that the majority of you are my son’s friends I do see a few prospects here. I will need statements as to what happened before you leave. Spread out and let me see what’s going on.”

Unfortunately for Cole my presence doesn’t seem to matter at all to Lucas. He’s yet to stop his attack on Cole and the young man is certainly showing the bitterly ill effects of having survived silver poisoning just weeks ago.

“Enough!” I bellow finally getting Lucas’s attention, stopping him as he draws back his arm for another hit.

“Stay where you are.” I growl as I feel my back up coming through the door.

“Patrick, escort Lucas to his room. Lock the door when you leave. Use the mule.” I growl the commands as I toss him the keys.

“You will cooperate or pay a hefty penalty. Pat will let me know of any issues he has with you.”

I stare him in the eyes, keeping the contact until Patrick has placed his hand on the back of his neck, leading him out the door.

“Pack members, you are to line up with Dominic. Prospects, line up with Damian. Damian, you are to get names and ranks of the prospects. Dominic you are getting the name, age and rank of the pack members here. They are allowed to leave once they have given a statement of events that happened. Jamie.”

I finally call him out as I stare at a version of Cole I’ve never seen.

“Tell me what you can about this black out.”

“He hates fighting so anytime he ends up in one he blacks out.”

“You mean he goes psychotic?”

“No. Not exactly. He’s not exactly here and he doesn’t remember what he does but he’s not dangerous. He only reacts when he’s being attacked.”

“That’s the definition of psychosis, it’s a break with reality.”

“Oh.” Jamie speaks quietly.

Fortunately since removing Lucas from the ring Cole looks to have calmed down but he’s still in bad shape, mentally and physically.

“Cole.” I try calling out to the young man.

He’s breathing hard in pants, his nose and mouth are actively bleeding which is completely against all sparring rules. Anytime bleeding occurs the match stops as serious injuries occurring during practice leaves

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us ill prepared for an actual attack on the pack and needs to be avoided.

I never utilize sparring in training or testing without the appropriate protective equipment. Head guards with face shields, mouth guards, hand mitts, shin guards and groin cups for the men are always provided during such matches. Those of us who have been unlucky enough to suffer any type of rib fracture, during training or battle, also wear a custom fitted chest protector. To have an unplanned match without such equipment is equivalent to assault and I will treat it that way if what Cole said is true. My gut tells me that

it is.

Cole.” I call louder and with more authority.

He flinches with obvious fear but remains frozen in place. His eyes are darting from place to place but the crowd surrounding him hasn’t cleared any.

“Do you know how to get him back?” I ask Jamie.

“Dad taught me a few techniques as he tends to get triggered into this state quite often during training, especially if he is required to hit more than pads. He does better on defense but sparring in general is very

difficult for him.”

“How hasn’t the council been alerted to his condition before now?” I accidentally speak out loud.

“You’ve called the council?” Jamie’s voice quivers slightly with the thought.

“Yes. When we admitted him to the ICU the council was alerted to his poor condition and I filed a protection from torture order on his behalf this morning.”

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