The White Werewolf's Love (Interracial Shifter Romance BWWM Paranormal) (4 page)

              He had found him underneath the rubble, bent up and in bad shape. He had surveyed the surroundings and realized that the wolves had all but gone. He gently lifted him and headed for the same bunker he had hid in earlier during the attack. He rested him at the entrance and jumped down into the dark space. He eased his body through the same opening and held him in his arms, his head still hanging loosely from his neck. He hurried down the dark passage way until he came upon a small door. He used his foot to pry it open and slid through before the door could swing back and hit him.

             
He emerged into a wide open space that was better lit. There was light coming through a small opening and he headed there and walked into what seemed like a meadow but was rather the western section of the property. There was an outhouse not too far from here, but he figured it would be better to take him away from the property. He had many secret places and he now headed to the one where he was told that he should go to in case of an emergency. It was a long walk that appeared even longer because he had extra weight. He walked for hours with him, afraid to hire transport just in case they would be detected. By the time he got there his legs were limp and his arms had fallen asleep. This was not a lightweight that he had to lift for miles, and his strength now sagged. He laid him on the bed that was there and checked the supplies closet for anything he could possibly eat. He was in luck; there were canned food by the boxes and some parcels of bread and crackers. They seemed fresh too as if the inventory was regularly checked. He found a can opener and opened a can of sardines and took a few crackers and ate that. When he was done, he could feel some strength coming back.

             
He took up the phone and surprisingly the signal was strong here. He called his private doctor and explained the situation. He was aware of the wolves’ existence and was there in a heartbeat. He checked his vitals and realized that his heart beat was weak, but he was still breathing. He placed a cast around his neck for support and set up intravenous equipment. He stuck him on the back of his hand and allowed the fluid to saturate his system. After a few days he had begun to breathe normally, but he was still passed out. It seems the fall he had taken had landed him in a coma.

             
Everyday Samson would return and check on him, never leaving him for more than a few hours. He hadn’t known what had happened to Chrissie since the attack, but he had spotted her on her way home from school one day. He followed her and discovered that she was headed for the penthouse where the wolf lived. He was stunned at it, but then he remembered that she had called the brother her boyfriend, and that was probably why they had taken her in. Derek would be rather upset at this to know that his daughter was living under the roof of his enemies. But at least he knew where to find her.

             
He went back to the shack and checked his vitals again. Maybe if he started talking to him, it would trigger some kind of response. He had only just mentioned the fact that his daughter was being taken care of by the wolves when he saw his fingers move. He wasn’t sure he had seen right so he kept talking, but then it happened again. He called the doctor and he came over right away. He checked his eyes and his pulse and reported that they did show signs of active life. He asked Samson what it was that he was talking about, and asked him to do it again. When Samson did, he experienced the same reaction. The doctor now held onto Derek’s hands and asked him a few questions, asking him to squeeze his hands if he heard and understood him. When he did ask Derek was able to squeeze every time. He indicated that was a good sign and that he would be awake soon.

             
Two days later when Samson returned to check on Derek, he found the man lying there, eyes wide open. He was blinking rapidly and Samson rushed over to him, helping him to sit upright. He was weak so Samson fed him some canned fruits he found in the supply closet. He seemed to be in a daze, looking all around him to determine his whereabouts. He then tried to stand, but his feet seemed to be taking a bit longer to awaken; he almost fell, but Samson caught him before he was able to.

             
“Easy there,” he said. “You aren’t quite ready as yet.”

             
Derek allowed him to prop him up against the bed. He tried to talk, but his words came out garbled. He was beginning to feel frustrated. He could vaguely remember Samson telling him Chrissie was staying with the dogs. He needed to make sure he had heard right, but his speech was equivalent to that of a toddler. He touched his wrist where his watch would normally be, asking Samson how long it has been since he was out.

             
Samson looked at his watch. “It is just past noon,” he said.

             
Derek shook his head. He used his hand to spread around the room and then touched his wrist again.

             
“Oh, you want to know how long it has been since you have been here. It has been a little over two weeks. I have to admit boss, I wasn’t so sure you would wake up. You were in pretty bad shape.”

             
Derek breathed a sigh of relief. He was glad he wasn’t told a year or something more ridiculous. He reached out and touched the cast still around his neck. He could feel a tingling sensation still, but he was still unable to move it.

             
Samson called over the doctor so that he would know that Derek was awake. When he got there he checked his cast and his vitals again. He then applied pressure to his limbs to see if they were all fully functional, or if he has lost feeling in any. He checked his eyes for any impairment and told him that he should come and see him in a week, but for all intents and purposes he was still fully functional.

             
Derek could remember bits and pieces of the last time he was at home; the attack that he had triggered, the fact that his own daughter had betrayed him to be with a dog. He gritted his teeth now and clenched his fist. Samson could tell that he was thinking about his daughter, but he would have to heal first.

             
For the next week Samson was there with him, helping him to stand, eat, walk and talk. By the time the week was over, he was his old self again. “Samson, I need to see my daughter. Take me to her.”

             
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Samson asked. “She may want nothing to do with you.”

             
“Was it that bad Samson?” he asked sadly. He walked over to the entrance of the shack and raised his hands so that they clung to the overhead. “Was I that bad of a father that she would rather be with them than me?”

             
“I think you did the best you could, after Anne’s death. You may not have always been there and I guess she took that hard,” he said, trying to place the situation mildly.

             
Derek walked back to the bed and sat down. “I am going home,” he said and raised himself up again, taking up what things he intended to take with him, which didn’t amount to much.

             
“I have to warn you though, they have the place all cordoned because you had gone missing. Apparently some story surfaced that you were attacked there and the place had been vandalized You might have to check in with the Police Department first.”

             
“To get into my own home?”

             
“Well they are treating it like a crime was committed, so you need to come up with a good story for where you have been. How will you explain your neck?”

             
“That’s not so hard to do. I was in an accident.”

             
“Well, let me take you to see them. I believe the detective in this case is Steele. I have tried to keep abreast of everything that has been happening just in case you woke up, and aren’t I happy you did.”

             
“That makes two of us old friend,” said Derek, slapping Samson’s shoulder in gratitude.

             
The ride into town was a most uncomfortable one, but not quite as uncomfortable as walking into the Police Station when you were already presumed dead. Steele flew from his seat when he saw Derek walking towards him, neck in a cast and limping. He motioned to his guest chair for him to have a seat.

             
“How do I get back into my home? I passed by there and saw a bunch of yellow tape,” Derek said bluntly.

             
“Well it was a crime scene until a few minutes ago. Where have you been? Do you know what has happened?”

             
“I know as much as my trusted friend here has told me; my house has been burgled and everyone thought I was attacked and kidnapped or dead. Now that you see that I am not, can we please get the yellow tapes off?”

             
“Not so easy. You need to answer a few questions first. Where have you been?”

             
“I was traveling out of town for a business meeting when I met in an accident. I was unconscious until a week ago. When I woke up I remember seeing Samson here. That is as much as I can remember. If my house was burgled, I do not know about that. It is not one of the easiest places to break into.”

             
“Is there anyone who can corroborate this?”

             
“My doctor can confirm the checkups. I ran off the road, my car was fished from some ditch. I don’t know what I can use to corroborate anything.”

             
“Do you know where your daughter is?” asked Steele.

             
Derek now gritted his teeth. “She is with some friend of hers as far as I understand.”

             
“Did you give your permission for that? I had him pegged as a suspect in your disappearance.”

             
“How could I have given my permission? I was in a coma. She had to stay somewhere so I guess she made that call.”

             
“Would you like to press charges for kidnapping?”

             
“Kidnapping? I think that’s a little extreme. No detective; there is no case here. Now is that all? I have been away from my home for far too long and right now I could use a proper bath Detective.”

             
“Sure thing,” Steele said and called the head of the department to inform him that Derek had turned up and would not be pressing charges so he needed the go ahead to drop the tapes and allow him onto the property. “You are good to go,” he said after he had hung up.

             
“Thank you.” With that, Samson helped Derek to his feet and the two made their way out of the station.

             
“Why didn’t you press charges? At least you could have had him locked up for a while,” said Samson.

             
“Charges for what? What was I to say, that he is a werewolf and that I believe my daughter is in danger? They would have me sent to a mental institution as soon as the word werewolf escaped my lips. I want to expose them badly, but not at the expense of my existence so I am at least grateful they didn’t leave any tell tale signs. Besides, I want to get all the credit when they do get exposed.”

             
“Yeah, you probably have a point,” Samson conceded.

             
“Now, what time is it? I need to go see Chrissie.”

             
As it turns out it was just about the time when Chrissie would be leaving school. They parked the car across from the big blue building that represented the private school she went to. They waited for about fifteen minutes before she was spotted approaching the gate.

             
“Samson, there she is. Go get her.”

             
Samson alighted from the vehicle and Derek could see as he goaded her across the street and towards the car. He was not sure what the man had told her, but as soon as she saw him, she started turning away. Samson held onto her and pulled her back to the car and shoved her inside. Derek closed the locks for the passenger doors, retaining her inside.

             
“Let go of me!” she screamed and shrugged Samson from her arm. “Well, if it isn’t Casper,” she said cynically.

             
“Chrissie, do I mean that little to you? I was presumed dead and no sooner was I so than you shacked up with the dogs?”

             
“The ‘dogs’ you mention have treated me way better than my ‘father’ has for years. What makes you think I could miss a man I never even knew,” she said while pouting. She kept her eyes pointed out the window so as to avoid the looks of either man.

             
“Look, I know I may not have been the best father, but when I had your mother, it was easier. She was the one who knew what to do. After she died, I walked around like an empty shell, confused and torn. I was so angry and bent on revenge that I forgot to be a father to you, and for that I am sorry. But don’t you see Chrissie, they are the enemies. They were the ones who took your mother away from us. It may not be the ones you now live with, but there are others out there, including your so called boyfriend.”