The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy
Chapter 0436

way if it wasn't necessary.

I sigh sharply out of my nose and take my seat next to Jackson, giving my mom and dad a final glare for good measure. My mom nods to me, a small smile gracing her lips, letting me know that she isn't fully happy about it either. But, she wouldn't have let it happen this With a nod from my father, Hank begins by telling Jackson all about his years in the northern provinces - about working hard to bring medical aid to impoverished communities there, both wolf and human. Then he begins to speak of the Community, about never being able to break into it - listing the things he does and does not know, the gaps in his knowledge. "Do you know?" Hank asks, clearly very curious. "About the status of the medical facilities within the Community?"

"I don't know much besides my personal experience," Jackson says, still feeling a little cagey. "I was trained as a warrior - they didn't...they didn't want me to know anything except what I was supposed to know. Everything I know about the medical facilities I know from being patched up inside them but..." he shrugs, "I heal very fast. I only had to go to the medical facilities once and from what I remember it was very...bare bones. Just a cabin like most of the others."

"What sort of supplies did they have inside?" Hank asks, eager, and from the way he leans forward I can see that it's all professional curiosity shining in his eyes. "Do you think that if we offered more supplies - completely free - just dropped at the door - that the Community would take them? Use them?"

Looking down at the table Jackson shakes his head sharply, his shoulders tense. But he doesn't say a word.

I squeeze his hand, anxious for him, feeling the tension radiating off of him like heat from a flame.

"What is it, Jackson?" mom asks, leaning forward towards him. When I look up at her, I can see that she likewise senses that something is off and that her heart is in her throat. I swallow hard, knowing that she loves my mate almost as a son now and hates putting him in a situation where he's uncomfortable.

Jackson raises his head and looks only at mom, the only person besides me who I think he's comfortable talking to. "I'll answer all your questions," he says softly, tentative. "But...you have to understand. The Community values secrecy above all else - I have been trained since I was a child to believe that if I told anyone outside the community anything at all that I'm committing the greatest sin. I am...fighting a great deal of indoctrination here. You'll have to forgive me if I don't find it easy." He shifts his gaze now to look between Hank and my father. "But I won't hold anything back. It might just...take me a minute."

"Thank you, Jackson," my mom says quietly, and I see her fight her urge to reach across the table for his other hand. "You take your time."

"I agree, son," dad says, holding Jackson's gaze with a gravity I know is innate to him. "Thank you."

Jackson exhales deeply, hanging his head a bit, and continues. "The Community wouldn't take the medicine - they'd see it as a weakness. They'd throw it out - destroy it. Not only would they be suspicious of anything given from the Moon Valley government, they believe that illness and injury only make you stronger, and that if you're not able to survive it on your body's capacity alone then you...probably shouldn't live. Strength of the individual, and of the Community as a whole, was...critically important."

Hank exhales a long breath as he begins to type some notes on his laptop, shaking his head, I think hating that the Community thinks that way. His whole creed as a doctor, after all, is to help everyone - especially the weak and the sick.

Jackson and Hank continue to talk for a while, Jackson answering each of Hank's questions about the medical status of the Community to the best of his ability, though his answers are limited by the fact that the Community didn't let him in on most of the information. Dad lets Hank ask all of his questions, but I see his tension growing, see him waiting patiently for his own turn to ask Jackson questions of his own.

And as I see it, I frown because...if this meeting is not to increase Hank's knowledge of the Community's medical status and see what we as a nation can do to help those people, then what the hell else is it about?

My dad turns his head a little, feeling my suspicious gaze, and he sighs and nods when he sees it. A tiny confession that there is more to this than just what Hank wants to know.

When Hank turns to my father, letting him know that he's got all he thinks he needs from Jackson, dad finally begins to voice what I suspect is the real reason for this little interrogation.

"Hank has also told us some more worrying things about the Community, Jackson," dad says quietly, though his deep and resonant voice has no trouble filling the room. "About the Community's allegiances and their...stance regarding my rule."