I nod quietly again yet against my better judgment I ask the question I think I know the answer to.
“What happens to prospects that have a major mental health issue, like ptsd?”
“It depends a lot on how stable the individual is and why they have it. A lot of wolves have ptsd from battles where they witnessed pack mates killed or they were severely injured. It can have a lasting effect but with therapy and proper medication the council will allow them to return.”
“Oh.”
“Not the answer you thought?”
I shake my head as I follow them out the door to where the food is set out. No one is down here yet which is a relief for me.
“Are you good on your own now?”
I look at the alpha before nodding my head.
“Thank you Alpha.”
“For what?”
“For your kindness.”
He gives me a smile before placing his hand on my shoulder. For the first time that night I manage to keep myself from pulling away or jumping out of my skin.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you Cole. We will talk more in the morning.”

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