53. Deacon
Chapter 53
Deacon
As if I wasn’t already terrified of losing Ansel, now Henri is going to go into heat. I can try and beg Lena to bend the rules to get Henri another set of pills. However, my adamant rule-follower little sister is bound and determined to make it so the lab stays firmly above reproach.
I would hope, with this not being an accident or misuse, that I can appeal to her softer side.
Maybe I should go through Finn? How else to get pills? There’s a black market for everything, right? Heat pills are probably an exception to that though.
Lena doesn’t take them, and Dinah’s pills are way too strong for Henri. But if we cut the pills in half... No, that won’t work. It’s still going to be too strong. The size difference and the issue with Dinah being an Alpha Female means the calculation would be all wrong.
The seat belt light comes on, and as if the dinging bell rings a spot in my brain, an idea strikes.
Ansel’s mate isn’t an Alpha Female. She would have the lower dosage, and if she’s similar in build to Henri, the pills should be effective, at least enough.
As the plane descends, I start doing the math for the best-case scenario.
Assuming Ansel’s mate was smart, she didn’t start them immediately after her last heat. Why would she? She’d have five and a half months to make up her mind before needing to take them . It’s practically a year of coverage at that point—five and a half months of her natural cycle plus the six months of pills.
For wolves farther away from our pack, Lena and the lab always send a week extra in case of a postage delay. It depends on the dosage. The numbers tabulate through my brain, the low and the high ends coming together.
It’s shitty to steal Morrigan’s pills, but Ansel can handle his pack with his mate. They’ve already gone through one heat together to prove it. But Henri, going into heat, would be a temptation to the nearly fractured wolves.
A temptation to us. My wolf wags his tail at first . But we’d kill anyone near her.
With Ansel missing, though, that sort of bloodshed wouldn’t be good. We need to get Henri’s pills sorted or get her out of there before her heat sets in.
Plan in place, I try to go back to worrying about Ansel. Worrying isn’t going to do anyone any good, but it feels like the best waste of the extra energy I’ve got.
The plane touches down, and some idiot in the back claps.
I pull out my phone and text Lena to be sure we can’t do something the right way first. Without looking where I’m going, I follow Henri by scent through the airport, texting Lena along the way.
Me:
Major issue with Henri’s suppressants. Her asshole ex tossed her new script. Chances we can get another set expedited here?
Lena:
Fuck me.
Deacon, I can’t get her new pills.
Policy since day one. Scripts can only be renewed when she’d naturally have gone into heat.
An exception for shit like this?
I didn’t write the rules, Dea.
I don’t know what to type back. I knew not to expect her to be able to get around the rules. It wasn’t fair of me to ask her to do that. Looking at luggage claim, I watch a suitcase come down and slam into the rail before texting Lena my borderline-illegal-activity idea.
Hypothetically speaking... what would Morrigan’s dosage do to Henri?
I was just typing that.
Morrigan’s script is a super small dose. Like a fraction of a fraction. And I only sent her a 30-day supply so we could calibrate and see how she was feeling on them. Henri, hypothetically, would need to take one pill every 90 to 120 minutes. It would buy her a couple of days. Max.
Anything we can do to naturally slow it down?
No. She’s been on suppressants a long time. Once they clear her system, it’ll be full force. Hopefully, this issue with Ansel is a misunderstanding, and we can get her home ASAP.
I’m going to be everyone’s problem until you get some sort of exception written in for this sort of thing in the future.
I promise it’ll be one of the first things I bring up when we get back.
Lena sends me a picture of a calendar reminder in her phone for two weeks from now.
I’ll see you in Nameless.
We’ve got extra time. Lena’s right. We’ll probably be on our way home before we even need to worry about running out of time.
Famous last words. My wolf laughs. It is irrefutable that Henri’s ours. The Mother said so. You can’t keep being miserable when we have our mate.
I’m conflicted. It complicates life too much being mates. If Henri goes into heat, I’ll stay under the influence enough to make sure we can’t connect. No wolf, no mates. Surely Cade or Finn can get her home. There’s not going to be any problems.
My wolf grumbles a mockery of my resolve that this won’t happen.
But hope exists at Ansel’s house, and that’s where we’re headed.