Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43373 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 217(@200wpm)___ 173(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
“Your suggestion of the blood, how do you mean?”
She tipped the barrow full of weeds onto the small compost heap, and then turned toward Draco. “Is Alpha considering it?”
“No, but I’d like to know, just in case it is a last resort and we’re desperate.”
“Look, I’m not scientist or biologist or anything like that. Our blood created this mess, or whoever’s blood was used. Either way, I guess in theory that possibly the supply might stop the transition, or it might help them through. Again, I don’t know. I don’t have a clue, it’s just a guess.”
“But it’s a guess that Alpha won’t use.”
Rose shrugged.
“Do you want to know his reasoning?” Draco asked. “We wanted to know why he won’t take your suggestions.”
“I’m guessing it is down to the pack. Alpha must take care of the pack first,” Rose said. It’s one of the reasons she wasn’t pissed at him for not taking her idea. She was only trying to help them all out, and of course stop one of them from exploding so she could avoid the cleanup work, but that was the only reason she had done it. There was no ulterior motive for her.
She walked back toward her house as the weeding was all done, and now she had to start fixing up her produce.
“Is that all?” Rose asked.
“Do you think it could work?” Draco asked.
“I have no idea, but it is a crazy one to have, especially as I’ve seen some of the people who have been fighting this mutation. There is a risk it could go very wrong, and I’m not denying that.” She didn’t want to even think of the possible repercussions of her suggestion. “It truly is a last resort but if Alpha has any other suggestions, then I am happy to listen to them.”
She offered Draco a smile. She knew the details about Draco. The whole pack knew what happened to him. The poor man had lost his mate, it was strange he was asking about the mutations or experiments. She didn’t have a clue what the guys were calling it.
Draco’s mate was killed by humans, and most of the people stumbling into town were human. She figured Draco would be happy to see the men and women dead, seeing as it was humans that killed his mate.
“Are you okay?” she asked. “I know this might be hard on you with everything.”
He held up his hands. “I am fine.”
“Does it bother you … you know … with everything that is happening?”
Draco opened and closed his mouth and then nodded. “Yes, it does, but not because I want to see them suffer. There is pain, and then there is suffering. I have felt both, and I don’t feel anyone should have to go through what they are going through. They must all be terrified.”
Rose nodded. It’s part of the reason she couldn’t help the tears from falling. It had been a long time since she went through her first transition, but the pain was unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life. The fear and pain had mingled together, along with that special voice inside her head. Now, she knew it was her wolf finally breaking free, but at the time, hearing a strange voice speak so clearly hadn’t helped with her fear. In fact, it made her even more afraid.
“I’m sorry you have to go through all this,” she said.
He waved his hand. “No, I’m sorry you have to clean up the mess. It cannot be easy.”
She couldn’t deny it, it had to be one of the hardest jobs. Even her parents had struggled through the transitions when they hadn’t gone well.
All death was hard.
“I’ll see you around,” Draco said.
She watched him leave and found it strange that he would come to her for advice. Draco was not a talker.
Heading into the kitchen, she looked at the baskets of tomatoes and zucchini. Even when she tried less zucchini plants, they seemed to constantly be growing. It was like she couldn’t stop them from growing.
She went to the sink, washed her hands, and then began the prep work. She started work on the tomatoes so she could make several different kinds of sauce for the coming winter. The supermarkets always packed great stuff, but her parents had always gardened and canned their own produce, and this was her way of staying connected to them. This is what she wanted to do. It was like following family tradition which had always been so important to her.
With several pots of tomatoes, mixed with herbs, onions, and garlic bubbling in the pot, the next problem was the zucchini. She had a love-hate relationship with this vegetable, or fruit, she didn’t know what the label was. However, she had come to learn that prep work was always necessary.