Steven glanced at the Marrok, looking no higher than his chin, to see if he should continue his task. A quick nod and the pieces of glass started to make a plinking noise as they were dropped into the metal bowl. He continued to stair at her, she made no move to lower her gaze from him. Much to his surprise his wolf was curled up just taking the scene in.
"How old are you?" "76 in June," she hissed as a large chunk was dislodged from her back. Her fingers were gripping the sides of the table, which seemed like it wanted to crack from the pressure. "Where were you born?" "Southern Louisiana." Her blood had been flowing heavily from her side, but it had slowed to almost a halt. "What's your Mothers name?" This was starting to seem like 20 questions to her. "She went by a few different ones that I know of. Morgana and Morrigan were the two most know. But my question please, Will you help us?" Her eyes were still locked with his, pleading. His wolf now stirred. YES!!! It screamed in his head startling him. Charles who had been quiet for the questioning now spoke up seeing his father's body twitch. "Morgana? The Fay war goddess?"
Afton caught the submissive wolf placing down the tweezers and going for the stitching needle. "No, no stitches!" she jumped off the table clutching her ripped shirt to her chest, startling at the wolf with the steel needle and thread in his hand. The sudden movement made Charles slide in front of his father in case this woman-child was dangerous.
The two wolves could now get a good look at her as she hovered close to the corner of the small room. She was A little taller than average, maybe five foot seven or so, she had large hips and what would seem like a few extra pound to today's standers, to a wolf it just screamed fertile. Her wild dark brown tresses where to about her elbows, at this moment it didn't look like anything could tame the wavy mass. Her skin was pale as porcelain, her nose was strait, her eyes were large surrounded by thick dark lashes, these fetchers screamed Welsh descent.
"If I don't your going to ooze every where and get it infected and I'll see you back in here in a few days," Steven sighed, she was making this extremely difficult for him. "Bullshit," she barked out, "I'm not human." It almost sounded like a bet to him. "Okay I'll get your discharge papers then?" It was a question for Bran to answer not the girl. "Yes." Her faced tuned to Charles and Bran. "Is there a natural river or lake around here?" "No, wolves try to say away from those," Charles cocked an eyebrow at her. "Damn, alright. What kind of water is in this town, City or well?" "Well water, why?" Charles still had a feeling in his gut about this girl that he didn't like. "If I can soak in a tub for a while I'll heal up just fine in a day or two," she fingered the piece of fabric that was her shirt.
"Give her your shirt Charles," Bran said softly. Wordlessly he unbuttoned his flannel and handed it to her." She turned her back and let her old shirt go, slipping into the sleeved seemed difficult for her with her back, but she did it quickly. "Thank you," she whispered. "You'll stay with me tonight, then, tomorrow we'll discuss things further," Bran stated. "Da I don't think…." Charles was cut off mid sentence. "I didn't ask what you think," he looked at Charles and let his amber eyes be the real warning. Charles dropped his eyes and nodded.
Once out in the hallway Afton walked stiffly to the nurses desk. "Okay, I need you to signed a few things here," the nurse spoke quickly and pointed to a few different spots. "Now I need a billing address." "Just send everything to me." Bran said picking up the papers. "Yes Sir. Miss Afton, officer Bartlett dropped off your duffel," she gestured to the bright purple bag at the end of the counter. "That's wonderful. If you see him, give him my thanks please," she smiled at the woman and shook her hand.
The older nurse none the wiser to what Afton was couldn't help but smile back as a warm happy feeling spread threw her body. Afton did this more as an example, to show the men that she was truly an Omega. "Oh, he also left the Garage's card here for you, said you could call after 10 and the owner would be able to talk to you about your truck," she moved aside some charts to find the small card then handed it to her. "Thank you again," Afton moved to pick up the duffel then quickly changed her mind about it and glanced towards the two men. Silently Bran picked it up then started back to Charles truck.