My Miracle Luna
Chapter 36

{Victor's

P.O.V.}

After getting what seemed like a good night's sleep, I was woken up by one of the guards. I think his name is Owen, and he unchained me. "What's going on?" I asked.

"You're being moved to the pack hospital," he said to me and helped me to my feet. I thought Wyatt and Rylee were joking, but I guess they were serious. "So, are you a werewolf too?" I asked him as he assisted me.

"We all are," he answered bluntly. I scowled at him and just kept walking. A few minutes later, we arrived at the hospital, which was actually attached to the castle. I never this place even existed. From what I could see from the windows while through the castle, it was surrounded by mountains. I wasn't even sure if we were still in Detroit, but Wyatt did ask me if I was from there, I figured I was at least around the area.

When I got the hospital, they put me in a room with a window and a T.V. Once I was settled, the guard took his post outside of my door. Thankfully, I wasn't chained up though. I guess they trusted me enough to keep me loose, but not enough to keep unsupervised. After a few minutes, an elderly man whom I remember patched me up originally came in with a nurse. A sexy nurse at that. Rylee wasn't the only pretty girl in this place.

"Mr. Aguilar, my name is Dr. Andrews, how are you feeling today?" the older man asked as the nursed got me hooked up to an IV.

"I'm sore, and little fatigued, but other than, I think I'm holding up alright,"

"I'm going to check your wounds, and then we're going to take you in for a full-body x-ray," I just nodded. Dr. Andrews helped me sit up, and removed the clothes that I was wearing, pants and all. The nurse seemed to have no issues with staring me half naked taking notes of all my injuries and in what state of healing they were in.

"Dr. Andrews, it appears that his right clavicle and scapula are taking longer to heal than the rest of his wounds," the nurse says.

"Yes, I can see that Joy, it appears that one of the higher level guards bit him,"

"Bit me?" I asked confused.

"Well, you were technically in wolf form, and the only way to kill a wolf is to bite down at the trapezius; however, sometimes a bite towards the clavicle and scapula is a good way to subdue a wolf, before going in for the kill," "Oh," I said a little terrified.

"The higher level the wolf, the stronger the bite," he continued. I just nodded. "Not to worry though, you are healing quite nicely, but it still takes some time before you are at 100%. Based on your height, muscle tone, and overall build, I would have to guess you either played football or you were on the wrestling team,"

"Yeah, I was a lineman for my college team, how did you..."

"My boy, I've been a doctor for many years, and even though I am a werewolf, I still had to go medical school like any other human. I have seen your body type on many young men, and some of these pre-existing injuries on your body were congruent with heavy weight lifting," I just nodded at his attention to detail. "Alright, give me about half an hour to get the radiation room ready, and then we can take some x-rays. Nurse Joy will keep you company and monitor your vitals until then," the doctor walked out leaving me with the sexy nurse.

She didn't make any eye contact with me and was just writing stuff down on the clipboard she had in her hands. I looked over, and saw a weird scar on her that looked almost like a tattoo. "I'm sorry, nurse,"

"Yes?" she looked at me. She had really pretty eyes. They were an icy blue.

"What's that mark on your neck?" I said pointing at it.

"Oh, this?" she put her hands towards it and I just nodded. "Um, how do I explain it? You see, werewolves have something called mates, soul mates if you will. It's someone that they spend the rest of their life with," "Yeah, I remember Wyatt and Rylee explaining that me,"

"Well, when mates find each other, they do something that's called 'marking', essentially, it's like marking one's possession, and a mate is a wolf's possession. Think of it as a brand if you will, like if you were to brand cattle on a farm. Each farmer or rancher has a specific brand that helps find loss cattle,"

"Right..."

"Well, whoever sees this mark on my neck will know that I belong to my mate. It lets them know that I'm taken, happily taken," she smiled.

"So, does everyone in this pack have mates,"

"Oh goddess no, I would say about only a third of the wolves in our pack have found their mates, or at least, are with their mates,"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well, there are in some instances that when mates find each other, one will reject the other,"

"Why would they do that, if they're soul mates?"

"Everyone has their reasons, but I would say that majority of the time, the reasons are selfish and unprecedented,"

"Can you give me an example?"

"Mmm...I know some will reject their mate based on their rank. For example, a higher-level wolf may reject a lower-level wolf just because they're lower-level. Another reason would because of persuasion from a third-party, or in most extreme cases, one has a lover or mistress they would rather be with than their mate," "Does that happen often?"

"No, I don't think so. I would say that about 95% of mates that find each other want to be with each other. We're taught from a very young age that mates are special gifts from the moon goddess, the mother of all werewolves and that we should cherish those gifts, regardless of who they are or where they come from,"

"Wyatt said that humans can be mated to wolves too, is that true?"

"Yes, and not just humans. Any supernatural can be mated to a wolf. I have heard of vampires being mated wolves, witches, wizards, demons, warlocks, and even fairies,"

"Wait, are you saying all those supernatural and existential creatures actually exist!?"

"Yes, they do. They just hide in plain sight. As you know, the supernatural are naturally feared by humans, but there are also some humans that would want us to experiment on us, or hunt us for game and money,"

"So, hunters and traffickers of the supernatural essentially,"

"Precisely," Joy and I chatted a little bit longer, and then the doctor came back in. They both wheeled me to radiology and did a full x-ray, along with more precise x-rays were most of my injuries were.

After about forty minutes, they wheeled me back to my room, where they helped me get dressed in a hospital uniform and hooked me to a couple of other machines.

"Victor, I'm going to put some morphine and vitamins into your IV okay? These will help you heal faster, and also help with numbing the pain. We will have someone bring you breakfast shorty, and I'll come back with some ice water for you," Joy said.

"Thank you," she and doctor left me alone with my goon-squad at the door. I laid back and just relaxed. I thought about my parents and about Gina. I was heartbroken knowing that whoever kidnapped me killed her. To them, she was collateral damage. My poor parents, I was their only child, and they had to bury me, even though I'm right here.

I really wanted to go home and tell them that I'm alright, but everything that Wyatt said about my not being meant to survive what happened played over and over in my head. I couldn't risk contacting my family. It would put them in danger, and I couldn't live with myself if my selfishness put them in harm's way. About twenty minutes later, another nurse came in with a tray of food,

"Hello, Victor, my name is Irene, I've been tasked with bringing your meals to you while you're in the ICU,"

"Nice to meet you, Irene. I guess you don't have a mate?"

"What's makes you say that?" she asked while lifting the lid off the plate and sliding the tabletop over me and helping me sit up, "You don't have a mark," I replied pointing at her neck.

"Well, it's kind of a complicated situation. I am seeing someone, and technically, we are mates, but we have to keep it hush-hush," "Why?"

"It's complicated like I said, but we love each other, and we're both hoping we can mark each other in next the month or so,"

"Why so long?" She just gave me a look. "Sorry, I didn't mean to pry. I'm just trying to understand your species,"

"Well, my personal life has nothing to do with our species. Now eat," she said with a demanding tone and I just smirked. I looked down at the plate and was surprised to see biscuit with gravy, ham, potato chunks, and scrambled eggs. Irene poured me some water and left me to my meal.

{Rylee's P.O.V.}

After breakfast, Wyatt and Kendrick went to the office and left me the girls with Jason. Michelle joined us. We were all in my office scouring the internet for any other potential missing teens and young adults, and we ended up finding another dozen or so potential matches.

"This is crazy, how many potential matches is that?" I asked. Milan counted. "Almost 125,"

"As of right now, the only one we're for sure of is Victor, only because he survived,"

"This is horrible, all these kids are potential kidnap victims and are being turned into artificial rogues, who would do something like this?" Michelle said looking at the files on the table and at the map,"

"Mel, what's the oldest case you found," Jason asked.

"Ummm...The oldest case so far is from October of this year, there doesn't appear to be any other articles or missing person reports that match the parameters we're looking for,"

"Wait what?" I looked at her. "October what?"

"Uhhh...October 11 why?"

"That's eight days after my birthday," everyone looked at me. "That's also three days after I came here,"

"When was the first attack?" Jason asked.

"The day after my heat ended," Melody said, "Which was almost three weeks after Rylee got here,"

"Victor said he lost two weeks of his memory, right?" Jason asked me and I nodded. "If that time pattern holds up, then that would mean, kids, started being kidnapped right after Rylee left Halfmoon," "Wait, are you saying that these Rogues are after me?" I asked looking at him in shock.

"Or our pack," Jason replies. I immediately frown and want to start crying. "Oh, whoa! Hey! No! Don't cry! I didn't mean anything by that. I'm not saying it's your fault kiddo,"

"But it is, all of this is started to happen after I came here," I couldn't help the tears that fell from my eyes.

"Great job, Jason!" Melody shouted and hugged me. I received a sudden mind link from Wyatt,

Dearest, what's wrong?!

What?

Rylee, I can feel you in pain all the way from the office! Why are you crying!?

Wyatt, the rogue attacks, I think they're happening because of me.

What's make you say that?

The first potential kidnapping took place three days after I came to Blue Lake. And the first rogue attacked happened two and a half or three weeks after.

Rylee, it can all just be a coincidence.

But you said it yourself, that only our pack is being attacked.

Dearest, I want you to calm down and do not blame yourself. I'm coming home right now, and we will all talk about this as a group, okay?

Okay.

I love you, dearest.

I love you too, Wyatt.

When our link was severed, the room was looking at me.

"Were you talking to my brother?" I just nodded.

"What did Wyatt say?"

"He said that he could feel me in pain, and wanted to know why I was crying? I told him about everything, and he said he's going to come home right now so we can all talk," I say to everyone and tears swell my eyes again. "Stop crying!" they all shouted at me.

"Rylee, this is NOT your fault!" Milan says to me getting in my face. "You are our Luna, we love you, and we do not blame you. Do you understand? The only one to blame is the fucker that is doing this to those poor kids and our pack. You could not have predicted this, none of us could have, okay," I looked at everyone else in the room and they were all giving me smiles of assurance, and even their thoughts were saying the same thing Milan was. I just nodded and sniffled away my tears.

About an hour later, Wyatt came home and ran into my office. The first thing he did was engulf me in a hug. I wrapped my legs around his waist and hugged his neck for dear life.

"Rylee, this is not your fault, do you hear me?" I just nodded my head and rested it against his shoulder.

"Hey," I heard Jason.

"Does everyone hear me? This might have to do with Rylee, but this is no way her fault,"

"We get that man, none of us blame her, she's blaming herself. We've spent the last hour trying to get her to stop,"

"Dearest, look at me," I left my head up and look him in the eyes. "Not your fault," I nodded my head again. "Say it, say that this isn't your fault,"

"This isn't my fault," I say softly

"Again, but louder,"

"This isn't my fault," I say loud and clear for him. He smiles and gives me a chaste kiss on my lips and puts me down.

"No one in this room says anything about the timeline of the kidnappings and the attacks, Michelle that includes you,"

"Yes, Alpha,"

Damn, I have to keep a secret from Angelo, this bites.

I hear Michelle's thoughts, and I feel bad, but I understand why Wyatt wants to keep this quiet. It's bad enough that I blame myself, but I know for a fact that others in the pack would too.

"Knock knock," Lorenzo knocks on the door and comes in. "Luna, are you ready for your lesson today?" I look at Wyatt because I don't want to go.

"Lorenzo, I think Rylee could use the day off. She's not feeling well," Wyatt tells him on my behalf.

"Hmmm...Does this have to do with the artificial rogues?" he asks seeing right through my façade. No one says anything. "I see, well, if that's the case, then allow me to be of assistance," we all look at him in shock. "What can you do to help?" Kendrick asked.

"Well, I have been alive for a while, and I know some good witches that may be able to assist with the magic aspect of things. Allow me to make some calls to see if I can get you all any answers," he replies. He bows his head and leaves. I let out a deep sigh and just hang my head. Wyatt hugs me tight knowing that I'm still blaming myself for these attacks and kidnappings. Even though we haven't lost any of our own, all these kids are being taken, and innocents are being killed. I needed to know who or what was behind this and why.