like settle disputes between mates, or pick up pups from school, things you don't do."
Damian rolled on his back and stared at the ceiling. Pick up pups? " I assure you La Patron didn't have 75 Alpha trained leaders attend a week of training to settle domestic disputes. Perhaps they have confused us with human police. KnightForce is an extension of La Patron's hand sent to assist State Alphas with increased criminal activity."
"Yes, I read the memo and understand your function, but my pack doesn't."
Damian didn't say anything because that problem didn't concern him.
"Never mind, we'll talk about it later. Here's something I need you to check out in your area. There's an outbreak with several cases of a weird itch."
"Itch?"
"Yes, I received a call from Anna Morgan, Health Administrator for that area. Ten cases of full-bloods developing some type of itch and nothing we have fixes it. All ten are in the hospital, miserable with this outbreak."
Damian had no idea what he could do about itching.
" I've got a call into La Patron to see if there are any threats on the national front or if it's just here."
"Okay. Is there something you'd like me to do?"
"Yes, find out what started this."
"What? " None of his training had prepared him to trace itching skin.
" According to Anna, the itch isn't normal. It's some kind of virus that doesn't impact humans, just full-bloods, even half-breeds are immune. The nails on the wolf can't be cut short enough to prevent them from ripping their skin to shreds. Three full-bloods, all hard working pack members with large dens, have torn off patches of skin. Doctors sedated the human side, but the wolf scratches even as they're sleep. If this isn't brought under control, Anna is afraid those three and the ten will die. Since we have no idea how it spreads, the ten are quarantined with half-breed staff only to oversee their care. Russell and Eugene are full-bloods and cannot access the patients or handle this case."
As far as Damian knew, he was full-blood as well. "I'll talk to Anna; she'll have names of everyone involved."
"Right. La Patron will probably talk to Hawke about this but as your sire; feel free to discuss the case with him. The more information we gather to stop this early the better."
"Alright, I'll contact Anna this afternoon. " Damian didn't see how itching full-bloods came under the province of KnightForce, but would check it out. Probably someone was playing tricks, out for laughs.
" Excellent. We need to get a handle on this; the idea of anything attacking our wolf must be dealt with swiftly."
"Yes, Sir." Damian rolled over and covered his eyes with his arm. His body screamed for rest, but his mind continued doing jumps and sprints. After a few minutes he rolled onto his stomach, dragged the pillow over the back of his head, which blocked wisps of light but not the sounds in his mind.
Damian pushed three full-bloods in front of him. They fell at Boris Lancaster's feet. "Here are the people you sent for, Sir." His voice rose from the recesses of his mind as the video from that day replayed.
Lancaster walked around the three men and kicked the largest one in the side. A low growl rose from the man's throat and Damian grabbed him by the hair, jerking his head back.
"Disrespect the master again and I'll gut you."
The full-blood's beast showed behind his eyes as he stared at Damian with a look of utter disgust. "Fuck you, I have one Alpha and I'll die before kneeling to a human or a Filch like you."
"Take them to the cage," Lancaster said. "I'll talk with them later." He walked out the room.
Reeling from the derogatory name meaning he had no worth, Damian jerked the full-blood to his feet and stared at the others. They looked at him with pity and distaste. "What are you looking at?"
"A filch, thief and worse, ignorant about it as well."
"He's not pack, I don't recognize his scent," the other one said.
"That's still no excuse," the big one said.
"Shut up," Damian
Damian rolled on his back and stared at the ceiling. Pick up pups? " I assure you La Patron didn't have 75 Alpha trained leaders attend a week of training to settle domestic disputes. Perhaps they have confused us with human police. KnightForce is an extension of La Patron's hand sent to assist State Alphas with increased criminal activity."
"Yes, I read the memo and understand your function, but my pack doesn't."
Damian didn't say anything because that problem didn't concern him.
"Never mind, we'll talk about it later. Here's something I need you to check out in your area. There's an outbreak with several cases of a weird itch."
"Itch?"
"Yes, I received a call from Anna Morgan, Health Administrator for that area. Ten cases of full-bloods developing some type of itch and nothing we have fixes it. All ten are in the hospital, miserable with this outbreak."
Damian had no idea what he could do about itching.
" I've got a call into La Patron to see if there are any threats on the national front or if it's just here."
"Okay. Is there something you'd like me to do?"
"Yes, find out what started this."
"What? " None of his training had prepared him to trace itching skin.
" According to Anna, the itch isn't normal. It's some kind of virus that doesn't impact humans, just full-bloods, even half-breeds are immune. The nails on the wolf can't be cut short enough to prevent them from ripping their skin to shreds. Three full-bloods, all hard working pack members with large dens, have torn off patches of skin. Doctors sedated the human side, but the wolf scratches even as they're sleep. If this isn't brought under control, Anna is afraid those three and the ten will die. Since we have no idea how it spreads, the ten are quarantined with half-breed staff only to oversee their care. Russell and Eugene are full-bloods and cannot access the patients or handle this case."
As far as Damian knew, he was full-blood as well. "I'll talk to Anna; she'll have names of everyone involved."
"Right. La Patron will probably talk to Hawke about this but as your sire; feel free to discuss the case with him. The more information we gather to stop this early the better."
"Alright, I'll contact Anna this afternoon. " Damian didn't see how itching full-bloods came under the province of KnightForce, but would check it out. Probably someone was playing tricks, out for laughs.
" Excellent. We need to get a handle on this; the idea of anything attacking our wolf must be dealt with swiftly."
"Yes, Sir." Damian rolled over and covered his eyes with his arm. His body screamed for rest, but his mind continued doing jumps and sprints. After a few minutes he rolled onto his stomach, dragged the pillow over the back of his head, which blocked wisps of light but not the sounds in his mind.
Damian pushed three full-bloods in front of him. They fell at Boris Lancaster's feet. "Here are the people you sent for, Sir." His voice rose from the recesses of his mind as the video from that day replayed.
Lancaster walked around the three men and kicked the largest one in the side. A low growl rose from the man's throat and Damian grabbed him by the hair, jerking his head back.
"Disrespect the master again and I'll gut you."
The full-blood's beast showed behind his eyes as he stared at Damian with a look of utter disgust. "Fuck you, I have one Alpha and I'll die before kneeling to a human or a Filch like you."
"Take them to the cage," Lancaster said. "I'll talk with them later." He walked out the room.
Reeling from the derogatory name meaning he had no worth, Damian jerked the full-blood to his feet and stared at the others. They looked at him with pity and distaste. "What are you looking at?"
"A filch, thief and worse, ignorant about it as well."
"He's not pack, I don't recognize his scent," the other one said.
"That's still no excuse," the big one said.
"Shut up," Damian
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