Nodding, Mac made a note on Wesley’s chart, then asked, “What about Heather…could she feel her bear also?”
Before Wesley could answer, the door to his hospital room opened and he felt a wave of power flood the room. Jumping from his bed, he ran over to his wife to shield her from the overwhelming power that had enveloped the room. Staring at the man standing in the doorway, he growled, “Touch her and you’re dead.”
“Whoa!” Jackson said softly, holding up his hands. “I’m not gonna hurt either of you.”
Dumbfounded, Ollie stared at his uncle, unsure of what caused his reaction to Jackson.
“Oliver, you want to introduce me to your uncle?” asked Jackson.
When Ollie didn’t react, Mac walked over to Wesley and, stopping in front of him, carefully kept his distance to avoid touching him. “I promise you, Heather is safe,” he murmured to the Ghost Bear. “This here,” he said, pointing to Jackson, “is the Alpha of the Blackwood Pack and the one who ordered your rescue. I’m his cousin, and I swear, he means no harm.” Then, glancing over his shoulder at his mate, he added, “Right, Oliver?”
Finally snapping out of his shock, Ollie glanced at Jackson before turning back to his uncle. “That’s right,” he said, joiningMac. “I asked for his help in rescuing you and Aunt Heather…he also rescued Theo and Norman and took them into his pack.”
“Theodore’s here? I want to see him!” cried Wesley, demanding proof that his son was still alive.
“He’s not…” Ollie began.
“Wesley,” Jackson said, keeping his voice low, “Theo and Norm aren’t here, but they are safe…and as soon as Mac clears you medically…and you answer my questions, you can talk to him by phone.”
“What questions?” Wesley asked cautiously.
Jackson looked at Mac. “Have you cleared him?”
“Yes, as much as I can right now. However, tomorrow, I need to speak to Ian about the shots that prevented shifting, which they both received…but other than that, I think Wesley…well, both of them…need regular meals and sleep.”
Nodding, Jackson pulled a chair over to Wesley’s bed and sat down. “What do you remember about the day before you found yourself locked up?”
“Not much…why?”
“Does Heather remember anything?”
Shaking his head, Wesley said, “No…we’ve tried many times to remember what happened, but neither of us can.”
Jackson looked at Mac. “Any idea why that would happen?”
Shrugging, Mac said, “It might be a side-effect of the drug the Alpha used to subdue them.”
Nodding, Jackson returned his attention to Wesley. “When you found yourselves as prisoners, did you ask the Alpha why he had done that to you?”
“He accused us of selling Theo,” Wesley said softly, “but we didn’t believe him.”
“Why not, if you couldn’t remember what happened that night?”
Wesley looked up at Jackson, his eyes blazing as he growled, “Because we love him. Theodore was…is our life, and we would never do anything like that to him. I don’t care how much evidence the Alpha claimed to have.”
“Did your alpha present his evidence at your trial?”
“Trial?” Wesley scoffed. “There wasn’t any because the Alpha claimed he had ironclad proof and therefore, it was a waste of time to hold one.”
“Did your lawyer agree?”
Frowning, Wesley asked, “Why would you ask that? I just told you there wasn’t a trial.”
“I know,” Jackson said. “But the law states you have the right to consult an attorney once you are accused of a crime.”
“Our Alpha makes his own laws,” Wesley growled.
Nodding, Jackson asked, “Other than being chained in a cell, was there any other physical punishment your Alpha inflicted on you and your wife?”