cheeks, as the doctor drew blood and did his best to perform a basic medical exam on her son. Somehow her decision to find out what ailed him and cure him didn’t seem like such a good idea now when faced with the reality of his reaction.
Dr. Moireau did his best to reassure her. “Don’t worry, Mina. You did the right thing. We’ll figure out what’s going on with your boy, and do our best to control it. Go home now. I’ll call you when I get some answers.” In other words, when the results of the bloodwork returned from the lab and Mina found out once and for all what possessed her son.
On her knees that same night, she prayed for God to help her as her son tossed fitfully in his bed.
Please Lord, if you still have an ounce of love for me after the way I failed you with my weakness and my unforgivable sin, help my son.
Chapter Six
The shrill ring of his cell phone made his back pocket vibrate as Pierre left the sheriff’s office. Yanking it out, he glanced at the display and, recognizing the caller, he answered with a brusque “What is it?”
“I’ve got a hit.”
Stumbling, Pierre almost pitched head-first onto the sidewalk. He caught himself. “Are you sure?” He could almost see the eyes of his brother rolling on the other end of the line.
“No, I called you because you’re such a joy to talk to. Of course I’m sure. Do you think I’d be risking my job to send you this information if I wasn’t? We’re lucky I caught it, though, as I was supposed to be off today. I’m e-mailing the address over to you right now.”
“Is it a woman?” Pierre closed his eyes as he allowed himself a smidgen of hope for his son.
“Nope. Definitely male.”
“I guess it was too much to hope for.”
“I’m sure she’ll turn up eventually. Shit, my boss is coming. I gotta go.”
The phone clicked, and Pierre slowly lowered the cell as he stared off into space. Pierre couldn’t help the disappointment. Hope of any kind would have been welcome, anything to bring a smile back to his son’s face.
More than four years ago, after almost a year of searching, when Pierre told his son Remy to let the girl go, he’d meant it. He’d hoped, even knowing the impossibility, that perhaps either Remy would discover he was mistaken and meet a new woman, a new mate, or that perhaps the female would somehow find her way back to him.
It hadn’t happened yet. Instead his son pined for his lost mate and beat himself up over his mistakes, while Pierre kept digging. He’d discovered the girl’s name, Mina Leblanc, not that it did him any good. Attempts to talk with the family about Mina went nowhere. Other than a comment from the father about the whore no longer being around to shame them, they acted as if she’d never existed. They were uptight religious freaks, and Pierre could easily guess that the loss of Mina’s virginity sent them off the deep end. Not to mention the father made no bones about the fact racism was alive and well, practically spitting on Pierre in disgust when he’d dared to confront him on his doorstep, desperate for any details on where Mina might have gone. His hateful words still rang in Pierre’s ears: “Not bad enough she’s a slut. I find out she slept with one of you !” Pierre barely held back from slamming his fist into the red-veined nose of Mina’s father. Violence wouldn’t fix things nor would it help him in his quest to locate her.
The poor girl. Instead of being welcomed into our fold as a cherished addition, she’s out there in the world, struggling alone. Worse, the mating bond wouldn’t allow her to find comfort in the arms of another. Once Lycans mated, it was for life.
In his search, Pierre learned all kinds of things about his son’s mate, such as her straight-A grades, her ability to sing, the fact she loved children and wanted to become a nurse. Minor items of no consequence that he managed to glean from school chums and teachers. But no one, not a single bloody
Dr. Moireau did his best to reassure her. “Don’t worry, Mina. You did the right thing. We’ll figure out what’s going on with your boy, and do our best to control it. Go home now. I’ll call you when I get some answers.” In other words, when the results of the bloodwork returned from the lab and Mina found out once and for all what possessed her son.
On her knees that same night, she prayed for God to help her as her son tossed fitfully in his bed.
Please Lord, if you still have an ounce of love for me after the way I failed you with my weakness and my unforgivable sin, help my son.
Chapter Six
The shrill ring of his cell phone made his back pocket vibrate as Pierre left the sheriff’s office. Yanking it out, he glanced at the display and, recognizing the caller, he answered with a brusque “What is it?”
“I’ve got a hit.”
Stumbling, Pierre almost pitched head-first onto the sidewalk. He caught himself. “Are you sure?” He could almost see the eyes of his brother rolling on the other end of the line.
“No, I called you because you’re such a joy to talk to. Of course I’m sure. Do you think I’d be risking my job to send you this information if I wasn’t? We’re lucky I caught it, though, as I was supposed to be off today. I’m e-mailing the address over to you right now.”
“Is it a woman?” Pierre closed his eyes as he allowed himself a smidgen of hope for his son.
“Nope. Definitely male.”
“I guess it was too much to hope for.”
“I’m sure she’ll turn up eventually. Shit, my boss is coming. I gotta go.”
The phone clicked, and Pierre slowly lowered the cell as he stared off into space. Pierre couldn’t help the disappointment. Hope of any kind would have been welcome, anything to bring a smile back to his son’s face.
More than four years ago, after almost a year of searching, when Pierre told his son Remy to let the girl go, he’d meant it. He’d hoped, even knowing the impossibility, that perhaps either Remy would discover he was mistaken and meet a new woman, a new mate, or that perhaps the female would somehow find her way back to him.
It hadn’t happened yet. Instead his son pined for his lost mate and beat himself up over his mistakes, while Pierre kept digging. He’d discovered the girl’s name, Mina Leblanc, not that it did him any good. Attempts to talk with the family about Mina went nowhere. Other than a comment from the father about the whore no longer being around to shame them, they acted as if she’d never existed. They were uptight religious freaks, and Pierre could easily guess that the loss of Mina’s virginity sent them off the deep end. Not to mention the father made no bones about the fact racism was alive and well, practically spitting on Pierre in disgust when he’d dared to confront him on his doorstep, desperate for any details on where Mina might have gone. His hateful words still rang in Pierre’s ears: “Not bad enough she’s a slut. I find out she slept with one of you !” Pierre barely held back from slamming his fist into the red-veined nose of Mina’s father. Violence wouldn’t fix things nor would it help him in his quest to locate her.
The poor girl. Instead of being welcomed into our fold as a cherished addition, she’s out there in the world, struggling alone. Worse, the mating bond wouldn’t allow her to find comfort in the arms of another. Once Lycans mated, it was for life.
In his search, Pierre learned all kinds of things about his son’s mate, such as her straight-A grades, her ability to sing, the fact she loved children and wanted to become a nurse. Minor items of no consequence that he managed to glean from school chums and teachers. But no one, not a single bloody
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