31. We Don't Need Another Hero.

After a very hard and bitter three-week trip to Lake Lanier and relatives of those we lost, we started going to a Texas castle to order aquariums, plants, and fish. It was time to have some fun and try to see good parts of life. Mirella and Mimosa were pretty much out of my mind, and having a good time. This was just my life, and I had learned to it. Sometimes emotions were weakness and sometimes not but actual strength was control those emotions, something that Bran had never understood. It was ok to love when times allowed that but then again, there was times in my life when I could not let them out.

I kept in touch with the fleas and especially the women. I had to keep my finger on pulse. Then we made a little plan, or well, maybe a tradition or a habit—afternoon tea. I planned a few gigs and helped, but my mind and heart were not in work mode right now. I was putting myself in shape, determined to have a good time, even just a few weeks, months even. In my life, one can never know what fate trips in my path. 

So we would always gather in the castle, usually about 10-30 of us women, and we would chat and have coffee, maybe a meal. Mirella was happy to bake and entertain. Mimosa would talk. Mimosa was a real swinger, and there was plenty to talk about. Mimosa loved to talk and chat about everything and everyone who will listen to one enthusiast she-wolf who had more or less verbal diarrhea. 

Then we did some work. We tested different equipment and gear, for example, what Magnum had developed, because it was much better to wear what I knew was practical and functional at the gigs. We had armor and protective gear on trial at various times. I had announced nothing to the men. 

This was something that we had done quite long time but it was time for us women to try these out as well. Our opinions were little different from men and then in some gear, well our bodies differed from men, we had breasts for example and it was just one more thing that effect, for example, how vest would work or feel.

Magnum delivered different things for us to wear and test, sometimes our tests took days and sometimes just hours, we told, or filled out a form, one which Magnum had come up with, so he could get a sense about what worked and what didn't. We even tried shooting each other to test the strength of the armor and, more importantly, to gauge the level of pain and the size of the resulting bruise. all the information went to Magnum.

It was fun, and some of us were human, most of them were and I had my blood ready in case there was some mishap or injury needing healing. It was fun to shoot each other. We had few little play fights in outside as we tried to test running and shooting in these gears.

I did not contact men and fleas just told me when I returned that those werewolf families had to come and collect those loved ones' corpses. We tried to ambush as many of those cold trucks as possible, but saving lives was more important, so it was just a matter of importance. 

After a few weeks, since I had returned from my trip, Jake told me that Adam, Charles, and Damon were hunting witches. Good for them. Samuel and Colin were tracking the epidemics and Bran. Well, he was Bran. He did whatever he could think of.

Bran had tried to recruit as many werewolves as he could to get those cold trucks and those corpses out of them. So he could see who had been killed. Good luck with that one. However, I was a little surprised when I heard that there was also a big gang of vampires doing that thing, too. All the better for us if those would continue to do that so we wouldn't have to do so much. 

Jake, Rob and Magnum came few times to our little testing and shootout, and goddamn it was fun to shoot them. Girls versus boys but I was also very popular target. We had lot of fun. Of course Magnum had done safety gear for Mimosa as well and she was part of our play fight too.

We talked about everything, and after we'd been doing this for two months, there were rescues. We had once again learned new things; we found out the next people to be saved. 

These weren't medical facilities. They were an additional threat. Illegal fight clubs where young werewolf males, in particular, were preyed upon, and then there were vampire women who bought these boys as sex slaves. I promised a place in a Texas castle where the boys could initially come, and I would go through them and take care of the injuries.

These were little too volatile for us to take in our bases and they needed medical treatment and looking after. So I was dominant enough to keep them in line. I was trauma doctor, surgeon so I could take care of them.

So many young werewolves lived alone when they came to a certain age, and then they returned to pack later on or started a pack of their own. But several supernatural nasties had kidnapped these youngsters, used drugs, and forced them to fight in the arena or cage fight, and then vampire females were in the audience and once they set their eyes on certain boys, they would buy them.

Then those boys would get a collar, electric collars, drug implants, and libido boosters and they could not change their forms but they had fuck these women. Well. werewolf males had a healthy libido and they are well endowed, but these boys were children when they were kidnapped almost and forced to be sex slaves. To try to satisfy one horny vampire woman who could be impossible to get off, was not a good life. These boys had been dosed with supernatural Viagra, hormones, sedatives, and other mind-muddling drugs. 

Fleas had found out about them when they had tracked various slave traders and stumbled upon this. Jake and Rob had been in on this, but as these boys were unpredictable at best, I promised a safe place in my castle. Even though I was female, I was not like those curvy vampire bitches who used these poor boys. I kept my vampire side very under control and prepared to help these.

Once I could get boys in some sort of shape, we had a few places where they could go and recover. Now in this lot, no one had a pack to return to because they had been driven away, by bad alphas, so these boys were terrified of alpha males too. This was going to be an interesting time.

I told nothing about Bran because I had knowledge of marrok about these packs and Bran's relationship with them and it had been done with Bran's blessing when these boys were thrown out of their packs. Just because there were too many males and not enough females in these packs, these boys would soon be sexually mature, meaning heat. So they had thrown out, and for good, left to fend for themselves. Bran had known these boys, their names and how dominant they were. He had seen them as competitors what it came to female heats. 

We had good packs where boys could go, or live on their own, but recovery would take time. There were several packs were was room, and they were looking new blood. I prepared medbay. I reserved little bit everything when I read preliminary reports that our medical staff had written about them. I would be a doctor, therapist, cook, friend, and safety to these boys at first and then we would see where we were. 

As the first rescues arrived, Mirella, and Mimosa came back into my mind. Twenty-two boys, aged 17-22, entered the room. Their emaciated bodies bore the scars of drug abuse, medications, pain, and torture. It took a while for the boys to settle in and for their restless spirits to calm. But as I stepped into the room, a moment of uncertainty passed, and the boys began to settle down, their eyes fixed on us, eager to understand our intentions. Boys were looking at me, with wariness at first, but something inside me, came out, or I used something not sure what, and the boys relaxed a bit.

Positioning myself in the center of the room, I spoke in a soothing tone, my voice carrying the weight of reassurance. "Hello boys, my name is Mimi, and I am here to help every one of you. Firstly, as a doctor, I will conduct a thorough medical check-up to address any immediate concerns. I will provide you with nourishing food, plenty of it, because you need to regain your strength. Then, we can talk. You can share anything or nothing at all, with no pressure."

In the depths of my thoughts, Mimosa whispered that my alpha side, my feline instincts, had emerged, instinctively organizing the boys. I welcomed this revelation, for it would expedite our progress. Having prepared the top-notch medical bay, I would meticulously examine each boy, attending to any acute issues that demanded immediate attention. I had money, so when I heard about these boys; I took care of medbay to get it ready. I had scanners, beds, supplies, drugs; you name it; I had it. I had contacts enough to get topnotch equipment and fast so this was excellent medbay to care for them.

Looking around, I asked, "Who would like to go first for the medical check-up?"

A fair-haired boy, the youngest among them at 16, Trevor, stood up and spoke in a monotone voice, "My name is Trevor. I can be the first."

He was almost like robot like he would had been programmed to obey females.

Smiling warmly, I replied, "Well hello, Trevor. Please have a seat here, and I will examine you gently, explaining every step along the way. Do medical procedures make you uncomfortable?"

He shook his head, but I was not so sure. He was partially programmed or just so traumatized and tried to protect himself.

His apprehension was clear, but I proceeded with caution, understanding the importance of touch for wolves. As I worked, I shared snippets of my own experiences, confessing my aversion to being a patient and my dislike of injections and medications. Surprisingly, Trevor displayed remarkable bravery when it was his turn to undergo a minor operation. With six drug implants to remove, he didn't flinch as anesthesia took hold, allowing me to perform the necessary repairs. The procedure lasted three arduous hours, mending lacerations and addressing various issues that plagued him.

He had been abused, but he had some healing ability to it would not been too much for him to heal. I put those drug implants in safekeeping; I was going to analyze those drugs later on 

Leaving Trevor to awaken peacefully, I moved on to the next boy, Michael, realizing that I had inadvertently become a surgeon in addition to being their doctor. Again, I worked calmly explaining what I was doing and took implant and other stuff out of them. It was good to use my skills as surgeon as well.

Then, once a few of the boys had been looked over and we would have a place to move on, I had calm, non-dominant werewolves in the fleas to help the boys along. These were now so confused that if you brought in a dominant male, they might panic because very few of them controlled the wolf at this stage.

And they had terrible experiences with dominant males too, from their pack and also there had been older wolves in those dungeons of those vampire whores and those older males had abused their power over young ones, making them go to those women. So boys had no pleasant experience with male alpha or alpha force, but my feline alpha power soothed them.

They pretty much freaked out more or less for mere idea of dominant male coming over. I kept them calm, helped them slowly getting better and realized that they were safe. 

I started going through more boys after a couple of day's stay, and it took me time with each boy. Three to four boys per day when they all needed surgery, and I needed to see that no one got any traumas about it. Trevor, Michael, and Jasper, the first three started to come out of their shells once the drugs left their body. Those three followed me everywhere. They touched me and I touched them as well. They helped when I needed to go over the next lot. They explained stuff to others and helped them very much.

I didn't go through too many a day because I had to be patient with them. One man who helped with these was a member of Adam's former pack, George. He was at fleas. He was calm and quiet. He would be just perfect to move the boys. I called George when I had a couple of boys ready for transfer. He had been with me in quite many missions and he knew me very well and my rage as well.

"Hello George, this is Mimi, listen I have the first lot ready to be transferred to the San Antonio pack. I have been talking with them and since they have too little wolves, there is room. The alpha couple is more than willing to take the boys since they lost their own in Sark's facility. So, Trevor, Michael, and Jasper have been operated on. I have their medical records with them, and I will pack some food onto go, they have now been a little over a week in here Texas and they are a little reluctant to leave me, as they follow me everywhere but there are good places in San Antonio for them."

George grunted and said, "Well, I promise to come over. And let's see if I can persuade these lads to go with me."

This was going to be hard, but Trevor, Michael, and Jasper were ready to move to live in another place, with wolves too but calm, kind ones. Young wolves too. That pack had lost so many over the years because they were so kind and helpful, not too dominant, so they were being exploited and preyed upon too. I had now put a few fleas to ensure their safety and once these three grew up little, they would get some serious oomph to that pack, as these boys were dominant. 

The pack would be just right for them, and it would do world of good to the pack. I had to get them ready to leave to their new home.

The boys had their rooms assigned, but they mostly wanted to be in the living room or near me. They were pretty insecure, and almost all of them were having nightmares. I didn't get involved yet as I tried to feed the boys, get them to calm down a bit, and talk about themselves.

It took time, and taking care of them was a full-time job. I had my entourage when I got always boys operated on and it took a day or two to get rid of those drugs and then these boys would want to be near me. Some of them were very protective of me. I did not mind. I was protector, this was something very natural for me and I was focusing on these boys.

They saw me as their alpha. No question about it. The boys had been with me now for ten days. I had operated all of them. And everyone had their medical record where I had written very detailed everything that was needed. San Antonio was not the only pack that was willing to take these boys. 

Young need blood was needed in quite many packs and again because of Bran. He had tried to keep packs small so there weren't too many males per females so he could be part of heats but then when they had found those rescue girls; they had placed in packs and now there was not enough lust treaters so males were needed and dominant ones as few of these females weren't so easy to handle. 

Brutus' pack in Portugal had expressed interest too, but was not sure about that yet. Time was needed, and I needed to get a clear picture always from every boy so I could get a sense using my pretender ability and who goes where. Boys were starting to form friendships too, and I was willing to let them. No need to separate them unless it would be impossible to find a place for them. 

George came in the morning, and I explained I had three boys ready for transfer. He agreed to come and see, and I took George into the living room. Jasper, Trevor, and Michael were apprehensive and even scared. We had coffee, so George could talk with them. Get them to calm down. Eventually, I managed to calm the boys down and let George take the three who were ready. I promised boys to be in touch and Trevor swore that one day we would be part of the fleas and my second in command. They all hugged me and very long time. 

George got finally the boys to accept him as he joked around, did not threaten me at all, and was calm. He was gotten them to relax.

He put the boys in the car and said, " Now, I don't know what's between you and Adam, but those boys need an alpha. A good alpha will help them the most, and I don't know anybody better than Adam. At least think about it."

I smiled and said, " Did you know I'm an alpha, an alpha female? I have a cat shifter in me and that's why those guys out there calm down. It's going to be okay. I'll let you know when the next ones are ready. The problem is that these boys are driven out of their packs. By Bran's blessing, I do not know does Adam knows or if is he part of this. That is one reason why these boys were preyed upon. Then in those dungeons were older, stronger alphas, also slaves, and they abused their alpha power and forced these boys to offer themselves to these vampire bitches. Bran had knowledge of their names. I was seven months marrok so knowledge of marrok is my mind. Bran wants to get rid of young dominant males, Adam works to Bran so I do not know if this is something that he has done too."

George said, "Adam would never, I did not know, despite that, Adam is the best man for those boys. They need to learn from a good alpha, like Adam. He knows the right places where to put these guys," 

I said "As I said, I am alpha too and I go by my instinct here. Take care of those three. They are good boys." 

George nodded, got into his car, and drove off. 

He called Adam on the way back after he had dropped boys into their new home, because Adam was still his alpha. He tended to tell stories when he left a message to Adam. He had done this in the past and it was his way of speaking where someone else might have just reported the entire ordeal. George almost spoke to himself and made notices about his surroundings.

He had sometimes went the schools or libraries to read stories to children, so he had knack for this and it had been sometimes one thing that had irritated Adam, but it had been their joke. 

"Adam, it's George. I am leaving you a message now because, well, Mimi has been involved in rescuing teenage werewolf males, and she has quite a pack of them in the Texas castle now. As I drive, the dusty Texas landscape stretches out before me, the sun casting long shadows on the deserted road. The wind whistles through the open windows, carrying the scent of wildflowers and fresh earth. Those boys need an Alpha, and Mimi is an Alpha. Yes, I can see that, but these boys need a powerful male now. The weight of responsibility hangs heavy in the air, the tension palpable. Give me a call or visit Texas Castle for yourself. I wouldn't necessarily want always to be telling these Mimi stories. But the boys. Anyway, just thought I'd let you know, and if you think there's nothing to it, then. These boys were originally thrown out of their birth packs with Bran's blessing. I do not know that he would condone something like this. Mimi has knowledge of marrok so she knows Bran knows identity of these boys. The disbelief lingers in my mind, mingling with the scent of uncertainty. There are 19 boys who more or less see Mimi as the pack leader. Their loyalty is unwavering, and they are ready to defend her. I just dropped off three boys in the San Antonio pack, the one that has lost a lot of folks in recent years, and I am not sure if that is the proper place for them. The unease settles in my stomach, a knot of worry. Mimi had operated on every boy. There are medical records done for each of them, the evidence of their healing and resilience. Anyway, since you are still my alpha, I thought you should know, that those boys had also had some older alphas in dungeons where they were held by vampire women, and those older men abused their alpha power, and Mimi thinks these boys can't be around the alpha male. The weight of Mimi's concern lingers in the air, a sense of protectiveness and urgency. Bye."

George hung up and kept driving. He arrived at last to his apartment, to wait when he was needed. The familiar scent of home greeted him, a mixture of warm coffee and his favorite cologne. The silence of his solitude enveloped him, a bittersweet reminder of his longing for companionship. He was too soft, too submissive for most women. Nowadays, women want real alpha males, not kind-hearted, normal-looking submissive men in their lives.