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#Chapter 410 Ella Inside the Camp
“You, the future Queen,” Hank says, shaking his head at me, “asked me to be here, and already your
friend Isabel is sniffing around me like I’m some kind of convict? Just because I’m a human?”
“What?” I ask, confused, glancing over at her. “Isabel Isabel is on our side in this, Hank – she wants to
help humans too -”
“It’s not about what she wants, or she thinks she wants,” Hank says, shaking his head and catching my
gaze, making me listen to him. “It’s about generations of families telling wolves to keep separate from
humans, to not tell them their secrets. And then it’s about the very recent shock that humans have
experienced, realizing that wolves are real – and having their world absolutely destroyed by that
knowledge.”
“So…” I say, frowning, starting to understand. “Do you do you not want to help? Do you want to leave?”
“No” he says, surprised, “No, Ella, I want to help very much. I just think you need to be prepared for the
kind of reception you’re going to get if you walk in there with fifteen wolves in tow. Especially if they, like
Isabel, have good intentions but still see humans as inherently different at best, or at worst as
dangerous, or untrustworthy.”
“Isabel doesn’t think that,” I snap, instantly defensive.
“She certainly didn’t trust me,” Hank says, shrugging, his eyes apologetic.” And again, Ella, you asked
me to be here.”
I sigh, murmuring that I’ll talk to her, but then something else he said rings in my head. “Wait, fifteen?” I
ask, confused and looking over my shoulder. “Where are you getting fifteen wolves from? We only
brought four guards…and Isabel…”
Hank sighs and then nods to the two black cars in the parking lot that I didn’t notice. And then, as I look
at them, the doors open and men begin to spill out. I groan, realizing that Sinclair sent more ahead of
us.
“Okay,” I sigh, looking back at Hank. “I take your point. How do you think we should do this?”
“I think,” he says carefully, looking over at our group, “you should let me and Cora take the lead. And
leave the vast majority of your guys at the gate, telling them to come in only in an emergency.”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“Sinclair will flip if I go in without a guard,” I say, shaking my head.
“Two,” he says, holding up as many fingers for me to see. “One for you, one for Cora. And Ella? Pick
nice ones, okay?”
And I sigh, and nod, and we head back to our group.
Twenty minutes later, after a long conversation and a great deal of negotiation, Cora, Isabel, Hank and
I head into the camp with three guards behind us – Conner, Anthony, and a new one named Theo who
has a radio line to the men waiting outside the gate open at all times. He also has his phone constantly
in his hand and sends Roger and Sinclair text updates what feels like every ten minutes.
“You really don’t have to do that,” I say to Theo, resting a hand on his arm and looking up at him. “My
mate is just …overreacting.”
Theo nods to me and then looks down at his phone. “Alpha Sinclair said you’d say that,” he says with a
little bit of chagrin. “And…he also said you forgot your phone again, so me being in constant touch with
him is the consequence of that.”
“Oh da mn it,” I murmur, scowling and pulling my hand away, frustrated. ” I did forget my phone, didn’t
I?”
“Yes you did, Luna,” Theo says, giving me a little smile as he tucks his own phone into the carrier
attached to his belt.
“Fine,” I sigh, turning to Hank and Cora, who are consulting with Isabel.” Okay!” I say. “Let’s get
started!”
Unlike last time, Isabel doesn’t give us a tour of the camp. When I ask why, she tells me that while she
felt it would bolster the wolves to see me visiting, she worries that it will have the opposite effect on the
humans – that they might see us moving through the camp as a kind of predatory prowling.
“We can’t blame them for that,” I sigh as we head directly for the children’s medical tent. “Their world
has been so displaced by the secret of shifter existence. Especially these humans.”
“Plus, humans are naturally more wary,” Isabel says passively, “we are predators to their prey, after all.”
“Isabel,” I say, stopping and putting a hand on her arm. “Do you really think that about humans?”
And then Isabel’s mouth falls open a bit and she blushes. “Oh my goodness,” she murmurs, shaking
her head. “I…I just heard what I said. Forgive me, Ella,” she continues, clearly contrite and
embarrassed, “I…I grew up in a wolf household. I really do understand humans and wolves to be
equal, I just spent my entire life with wolves.”
“It’s okay,” I say, co cking my head to the side. “I’m sure you’re not alone in that. And that plenty of
humans have a lot of ideas about what wolves are like. But…”
“No,” she says, interrupting me and nodding eagerly. “I get it. I need to… spend some time thinking
through those preconceived notions.” She glances now to where Conner, Cora, and Hank are waiting
for us at the entrance to the tent. Both of the doctors arms are crossed in frustration, clearly eager to
get to work. “And I think I was…not very nice to your human friend there,” she murmurs before looking
back at me. “I’m so sorry, Ella. Will you forgive me?”
“There’s nothing to forgive,” I say, smiling at her. “Your heart is in the right place, Isabel. I know you and
I know that we can just move forward.”
Smiling at me, nodding, Isabel takes my arm and we join Conner, Cora and Hank, the two guards
following behind. Without a word, we all pass into the tent and my heart instantly sinks at what I see.
“Oh my g od,” I murmur, one hand immediately going to my mouth as another presses my baby closer
against my chest.
The tent is loud filled to the brim with crying children and only a very small number of adults working
their way around the room. I grit my teeth with frustration because these poor people they clearly need
so much help, and they certainly have not been getting their fair share of it. As bad as the children’s
medical tent was at the Wolf Camp?
This one is…five times worse.
“We have to get to work,” Cora says, turning angry eyes to me. I nod, agreeing completely as Hank
strides away, already seeking action.
“Same old plan?” I murmur, seeking her guidance, and she nods once before striding off herself, Isabel
going with her. One of the guards follows her as Conner comes to my side.
“I’m with you, Luna?” he asks.
“You’re with me, Conner,” I say, and then I nod to Theo as well, who is likewise assigned to my duty.
And, with that as our final word, we get started.
The hours pass quickly as we move through the tent. We follow our old methods, with Cora and Hank
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmdiscerning the worst cases and me attending to those first. The guards stay to the side as best they
can, letting us consult and heal, and throughout the day I see their expressions changing. At first they
were hesitant, wary, as the humans with whom we worked gave us glares and clutched the children to
them protectively.
But then, as our guards Theo and Anthony see the work we’re doing – see the relief we bring to the
children, see the change in their parents’ faces as they see their children given new life – an ease
comes to my guards’ expressions and their postures.
After I open my eyes and smile down at a little boy named Benny whose breath had been rasping, but
who is now smiling and breathing easily, Theo looks at me in wonder and nods, his head bobbing
eagerly. I smile at him, glad that he’s truly on the team now, in spirit as well as assignment. Behind him,
holding Rafe in his arms, Conner grins and gives me a thumbs-up.
I move to stand up, smiling at both of my guards, but the little boy catches my hand.
“Hey!” he says, grinning up at me.
“Hey,” I reply, laughing and sitting back down to smile at him. “How are you feeling?”
“Better,” Benny says quickly, obviously eager to move on from that very boring subject. “Hey, are you
one of the wolf people?”
“I am,” I say, laughing.
“No, you’re not,” he says, narrowing his eyes at me, still holding my hand.
“Why don’t you think so?” I asked, grinning and co cking my head to the side, charmed by his bold,
frank nature.
“Because,” he replies with a frown, ” you are pretty. And so small.”
I laugh and wrinkle my nose at him. ” Wolves come in all shapes and sizes. My mate is very big. You
would believe he was a wolf, if you saw him. But my sister is a human,” I say, pointing over at Cora,
who is checking a young man’s vitals in a bed nearby.
“That’s impossible,” Benny says, narrowing his eyes at me. “If your sister is a person, you are also a
person!”
I laugh and shake my head. “Not in this case,” I say, grinning at him. “I promise, I’m a shifter.”
“Prove it,” the little boy says, smiling fully at me now and revealing a missing front tooth that’s so cute it
breaks my heart. “Turn into a wolf!”