Chapter 63


    Chapter 63


    Hours went by with only two updates from the team of surgeons working on Everest. He seemed to be


    doing well even with everything going on. I went down to visit Candace and Jeremy and she was doing


    pretty good, just some difort. Everyone was with their mates as I stood to look out the window of


    his room. About twenty minutester, there was a knock on the door and I turned around to see them .


    wheeling Everest in, in his bed.


    I felt my heart jump into my throat and I smiled at the sight of him. It was such a relief and i hurried to


    his side and sat down next to him. I looked up at the doctor, who had a smile on his face.


    “Good news?” I asked him.


    “Absolutely, he did very well while under the knife. Everything should heal properly and he should be


    good to go within the week.” The doctor looked down at the chart and back up to me.


    I felt tears begin to sting my eyes, not because I was sad, but because I was so unbelievably happy.”


    That’s fantastic news. Will he require any therapy?” I looked back down at him and was worried about


    how badly bruised and beaten down he was.


    He made a face as if he was trying to make a decision. “Honestly, it just depends on how well he heals


    and how his nerves are functioning when he wakes up. I don’t think so, but I can not rule it out


    completely. When he is released, he will be on light duty. It is very important that he does not shift for


    two more weeks.” He looked at me over his sses. “Two full weeks. Not any sooner. If he does shift it


    could cause more damage and he could lose all function in this arm of his.” He looked over at me for a


    moment before looking back down at the folder that had Everest’s chart. He was looking over it to see if


    any more information needed to be said as he made an annoying clicking sound with his tongue.


    I nodded my head as i listened to the clicking sound. “Got it. He won’t be too happy with that, but I am


    sure he would be even more unhappy with the effects of shifting too soon. Thank you for everything


    you and your team have done. Well, you are all still currently doing to help our members.” He smiled,


    bowed his head, and then excused himself from the room once satisfied that all the information was


    given to me. I looked over at Everest and listened to his breathing and smiled at myself, watching him


    closely. It wasforting to know that he would be just fine. In just a few short weeks and he will be


    back to his old self again. I couldn’t wait to shift and go on a run with him, once he was able to, of


    course.


    id my head down on the side of his bed, his hand still in mine. My fingers wrapped around his tightly,


    afraid if I let him gol would never be able to hold his hand again or he would be gone. Just slipped


    away and out of my grasp. I could feel his blood flowing through him. His hand was warm in my own.


    The soft pattering sound of his heartbeat was the calm to my forever brooding storm. I tapped into his


    mind to see if I could hear him and there was nothing. Just a peaceful humming of pure bliss. I soon fell


    fast asleep listening to his breathing and his heart beating. It was wonderful music to my ears. It was


    just the music needed to send me into a deep and unbothered slumber.


    Tawoke the next day to a puddle of apparently my own drool.


    Gross, I thought. My hand was no longer clinging to his and I wiped my mouth. Cleaning it from all of


    the drool i left behind. I heard a soft chuckle next to me.


    “Good morning, my love. I am sorry I did not wake you. You just looked so peaceful in your sleep.” /


    heard his voice. “Although, now there is a small drool puddle on my bed. I may need a nurse to change


    my sheets.” Heughed.


    My eyes shot up to him and a huge smile was now on my face. “Oh, Everest. You’re awake!” I said


    happily to him.


    “I am. So are you!” He joked with me. He was himself, thankfully. I had been worried that he would be


    groggy and grumpy but he was in wonderful spirits.


    Trubbed my eyes and looked over at the clock. “s**t!” I said, out loud, causing a smallugh to escape


    from Everest. It was nearly noon. I had slept most of the day. It seemed as if everyone here just let me


    sleep and did their work around me. If Everest had any say in the matter, and I would be willing to bet


    that he did, he probably ordered them to work around me. It made me want to roll my eyes at that. How


    could they work properly if my fat head along with ake of drool was all in the way? I guess they


    somehow managed it though?


    “How are you just going to let me sleep like that?” I frowned but couldn’t hold it and smiled “Thank you,


    I was very tired.”


    “Avalynn, when exactly was thest time you slept?”I watched his brow arch as he questioned me.


    Whoops.


    I thought back and realized that I was not sure. I haven’t slept, actually fully slept, in a while. “Exactly. I


    let you sleep. Besides, I remember some bright lighting from your body. That had to take a lot out


    of you. Using all of that energy at one time. What happened? Where did ite from? Well, other than


    from your body.” His head tilted slightly to the side as his eyes roamed over my body as if looking for


    their own answers. I knew he had re-worded that so I couldn’t be sarcastic, drats!


    “1, well, I have no clue, honestly, I just lost it. It consumed me and I allowed whatever that was to just


    take over and do what it needed to do, I guess. Does that make sense? Whatever it was seemed to


    work in our favor.” I was stumbling with my words trying to exin it to him.


    “I guess so. What else happened?” He asked.


    I sat by his side as lunch was brought into his room for both of us. We ate and talked about everything


    that had happened while he was out of it. I exined to him how he almost died from Dexters beating. I


    shuddered at the thought of losing my mate. I exined to him how he may or may not need therapy. It


    all depended on how well he was healing and what functions he did not need to relearn.


    He took all the news I gave him pretty well.


    “Wait.” He began. “Where the f**k is Dexter? Did you murder him?” He had a weird look on his face.


    “No, I did not. He is, well was, being transported back home with King Brent and Miranda. He will face


    trial. But Miranda and I are going to have a little bit of fun before his trial. He deserves to suffer, in my


    opinion. I thought that killing him on sight would have been in light of a sentence. He will answer for all


    of his crimes against our Kingdom. He will answer for all crimes against Brent and Mirandas kingdom


    as well.”


    I watched his face as he was taking in that information. He seemed bothered at first that he was not


    dead, but as I exined it to him, he understood where I wasing from. He, in the end, agreed with


    the way things were being done. This is not the human world and we do not do things as humans


    would. Honestly, their justice system is screwed up. Letting people roam free that have hurt, abused, or


    murdered others. In our world, we take things to a personal level and have an eye for an eye kind of


    deal.


    I stood and took our trash to the trash can as a knock came on the door. Jeremy walked in with


    Candace and I smiled at her. She seemed to be nervous but bowed her head, baring her neck as a


    sign of respect. Jeremy threw a nod in my direction and smiled as he looked at his cousin. I excused


    myself and left the room, leaving them both to catch up. I had phone calls to make and ns to set up


    upon our return home,


    w dayster.


    We were finally almost home. I had nned a big wee home party for Everest. Everyone missed


    their brave Kinz dearly and I knew he would be down for a nice big get together. When we arrived, his


    mother, April, rushed out to us and wrapped us both in the warmest of hugs. I stepped away, giving her


    ess to her son. She had been worried sick and texted me continuously for updates on him. Our


    bags were brought inside and I helped Everest inside the door. When we walked in the room was filled


    with


    friends and family members. He smiled brightly and looked over at me surprised.


    “Wee home King Everest!” everyone shouted together. “Thank you.” He told everyone.


    “I nned a gathering of friends and family for a nice big dinner together. I hope you don’t mind. I want


    us to all be reunited and happy.” He leaned down and ced a soft kiss on my mouth, as I was telling


    him why everyone was here waiting for us. I was worried that it may have overwhelmed him. I guess


    not.


    “It’s perfect. Thank you.” He smiled. “Avalynn! Everest!” I heard the familiar shout from Trevor.


    He ran over to us, hugging me. I returned the hug and looked around the room we were in. “This ce


    is intact. Good work!” I told him and he nodded his head.


    “I think so. No one was getting through these lines here!” He said proudly, causing Everest to chuckle.


    “Any reports?” Everest asked him.


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    “No sir, nothing to report other than boringness throughout on nontraining days.” He told Everest and


    smiled like he had a secret he was holding back from telling us. He never let on though and kept it a


    mystery as he became distracted by a group of his friends. I nodded for him to go join them.


    We made our rounds and spoke to Amber and Jameson, Ted, Josh and ire, Jeremy and Candace,


    and finally, Brent and Miranda at dinner. We discussed a trial date and what would be done to Dexter.


    We all agreed that he should no longer be allowed to roam the world freely, but should we be the ones


    to end his life or make him work and repay his debt?


    I didn’t think he should be alive, honestly. I knew Miranda agreed as I tapped into her mind. The only


    person who struggled with the death sentence was Brent. Rightfully so, as that was his only brother. I


    wasn’t even sure if their mother was still alive. I never asked. I sat and tried to remember but was


    unsure.


    “Look, Brent.” I began and Miranda cleared her throat and I nced over to her.


    “Please allow me to speak to him about this. He is struggling with this. It is very difficult for him to carry


    out a sentence of death on his brother.”


    I took a deep breath and let it out in the form of a heavy sigh. “Look, I realize that this is not easy for


    you to do. Take all the time you need, please. I am in no rush or hurry to carry out a trial or sentence on


    him.” I shot a nce at Miranda and she gave me a small nod of approval.


    These next few weeks could set the tone between the two kingdoms if Brent refuses to allow us to


    carry out a proper sentence. I guess this just means that I had better begin the torturing tomorrow, after


    training and my morning meetings.