11 A Week Ended

He watched her carefully. Nothing happened. He grunted and placed the empty syringe back into the bag and then vacated the premises.

The morning went quickly and he even visited the hot tub. When he got back she was still lying there, her eyes unmoving along with her body. He neared her and unwisely lifted her wrist.

'As limp as a boned fish.' He noted.

He didn't call Gloria and he wasn't concerned. If she died it wouldn't be because of him, it would be because she simply died.

At around three in the afternoon he was sitting in the living room, his eyes on the forest outside. His ears pricked up when he heard a sharp inhale. Looks like she was still alive.

An hour passed and he could tell that she was back to normal, or as normal as she could be. After going to the washroom she came out, wearing an oversized purple robe and hugging herself.

She sat down in one of the armchairs, tucking her hands into her sleeves. She stared numbly at the floor, "How long was I out?" She asked in a mumbling voice.

He scoffed, "You tell me."

She looked at the hall that led to the kitchen, "I went out at around nine-thirty last night." She looked outside and seemed to take in the fact that it was bright out.

"I found you at seven in the morning, it's now five." He said glancing at his watch.

She didn't say anything and instead watched the wooden cabinets surrounding the TV.

After a few minutes she asked, without redirecting her gaze, "Why were you shifted and sleeping?"

He stared at her for a couple seconds, remembering that Lilla had once told him that Beta's mate was part Lycan, "It happens." He answered gruffly.

"I've never seen it happen." She muttered under her breath. And he scoffed, of course you haven't; you're not a Lycan.

The day went and soon after their week was up. He spent most of it drinking and she spent most of it as an invalid.

As he packed up his belongings he heard the phone ring. He left his suitcase and walked to the phone.

Answering it, he asked, "Hello?"

"James, Brooke says that she needs help and I have an assignment for you." Alpha said in a cool and collected voice.

James looked at the two doors that led to her room. He placed the phone against his shoulder as he called, "What do you need help with?"

She walked into the scope of the doorway and he raised an eyebrow at her. He could see her shoulders visibly deflate.

"Well?" He asked with a raised brow.

He gave up and with a sigh he put the phone back to his ear, "What job do you have for me?" He asked.

"I have arranged for a car to be dropped off at the resort for you and Brooke to take to small town named Horsefly. There was an Elf sighting and I'd like you to deal with it. Once you're back in the Pack you will go over your new duties as Gamma." Then he hung up.

He sighed then muttered, "Horsefly." In all his years of living in Canada he'd never once heard of a place called Horsefly. He shrugged, then walked into her room, "You needed help?" He asked without any interest.

She appeared from the ensuite and with a blank expression she walked to the bed. With her small hands she pointed to her two suitcases and the black bag of medicine.

He merely stared at her. If she wanted something she would have to ask, verbally. Her shoulders slumped further and with a shaking hand she tucked her short hair behind her ear. With an unsteady grip she placed the strap of the bag over her shoulder. Then she drew both suitcases into her hands and clumsily held them in place. Her eyes raised to stare at him blankly but he could see a minute sliver of shame in them.

They headed out of the suite that had been there residence for the past week. With determined steps he walked into the elevator, having to hold the door for her. She stood, he could hear her escalated breathing and erratic heartbeat.

'Had carrying those suitcases really taken that much out of her?' He wondered as they moved down the floors. When they finally arrived on the ground floor and the elevator jolted the human fell forward. Unconscious.

He sighed and dropped his bag. As he picked up the human he called two bellboys over to help carry their bags.

"Is she alright, Mr. Harving?" One of them asked as they walked through the lobby.

James nodded, "She'll be fine." He answered, not sure exactly why she'd passed out this time. She wasn't paralyzed, he could tell by her pulse and breathing, but she was out of it.

He stopped at the front desk and the receptionist stared at the human with wide eyes, "Do you need an ambulance, Mr. Harving?" She asked as her hand moved to the phone.

He huffed, "No. A car should've been left for me." He said and the receptionist looked away to her computer nervously.

After a few moments she nodded, "There was a car dropped off by a Mr. Thresh?" She asked as if unsure of her words.

James nodded boredly, "Where is it?" The human shifted in his arms and both he and the receptionist glanced at her.

Clearing her throat and licking her glossed lips, the receptionist said, "It was left in the staff parking lot, Greg can help you there." She said nodding to one of the bellboys carrying their luggage.

The bellboy, Greg, led him out the front door and to a parking lot. A large sign signalled its status as a staff parking.

"Here it is." Greg announced, "Reserved for Mr. Harving." He said proudly. James nodded and Greg found the car unlocked and the keys in the glove compartment. The bellboy then helped to load the suitcases into the trunk.

James carefully placed the human in the passenger seat and after sitting himself down in the driver's seat he drove off. He pulled up the gps and typed in where he needed to go.

"Five hours." He muttered as he glanced over at the sleeping human. It would be either a long or short drive.