Jax

CHAPTER 2

I slowly approached the kid huddled in his chair, keeping my steps light but not completely silent. I slowly crouched down in front of him and took a shaky breath in. 

"Hey, Bud. My name's Finn, what's yours?" The kid flinched at my whispered words—which broke my heart—but didn't say anything. 

His eyes were shut tight and he had his little arms wrapped tightly around his knees, hugging himself close. 

I always had to tread carefully with victims of the Anti-Werewolf Organization. 

After graduating as a pre med student with a bachelors in psychology and then completing medical school, I came straight to Davis for a residency. With the clinic being new at the time and knowledge on werewolves being so neglected, it was fairly easy to gain my position here.

Aaliyah was desperate for doctors and willing to train them herself to open the doors of Davis Clinic as soon as she could. After receiving my lycanthropy medical license, she couldn't get me hired on fast enough as an official doctor.

With my experience thus far and knowledge in psychology, I was assigned as the doctor to handle hunter victims. By now I had a decent understanding of how to approach them, but my experience as a doctor wasn't the only reason I was well versed with trauma victims. 

"Hey, no one's gonna hurt you here, okay? You're safe, I promise." I spoke quietly, being sure I kept a good distance away and made myself appear as small as possible. 

The kid finally looked up at that, parting his lips as if he was about to reply, but the harshness of the lights forced his eyes shut again and he shoved his face into the tops of his knees. 

Idiot, of course the lights!

Before I could quietly get up and dim the lights, the door opened. 

I looked over my shoulder, fully expecting to see Aaliyah or Dr. Chen. Instead, an LPD officer stood in the doorframe, staring straight at me. 

I squinted my eyes, failing to keep a scowl off my face. I understood that the LPD officers were only trying to do their jobs, but in a situation like this, the victim they so desperately wanted to interrogate hardly even knew what happened themselves. Just give me more time, dammit! 

Whatever trance the officer was in finally broke as he caught my glare, raising a perfectly groomed brow in question. His black hair was swept back out of his brown eyes, and his muscled arms were crossed over his wide chest. 

"Can you dim the lights please?" Might as well put him to use. 

Once the man dimmed the lights, I removed my sunglasses and hung them from the collar of my sweater. 

"It's okay, Bud. You can open your eyes now. We'll keep the lights low, I promise." 

The boy slowly raised his head back up and even cracked an eye open. I offered the most genuine smile I could muster and waited patiently for him to relax. 

I could hear the officer behind me shifting and I snapped my head in his direction. His right shoulder leaned heavily against the now closed door and his gaze was set strictly on me. 

I thought I would feel at least slightly unnerved by his unwanted attention, but for some reason, I didn't mind it. 

Once I returned my gaze back to the boy, I was relieved to see he now had both of his blue eyes wide open and fixated on me. 

"Hey, there's your pretty eyes." I tilted my head as I smiled at the kid once again. 

I was surprised to receive a tiny smile in return. 

"Jax." His little voice whispered into the quiet exam room. I sucked in a breath and made sure to school my features. Overreacting about him finally saying something would only make him revert back into his shell. 

"It's lovely to meet you, Jax. Do you mind if I take a look at your wounds?" 

I noticed when I first came in that the kid had on a pair of slightly too big shorts and no shirt, which led me to the conclusion that he must have shifted to escape the hunters and someone here gave him a pair of shorts from our donated clothes. 

Jax gave a jerky shake of his head as he slowly sat up and let his legs fall over the edge of the chair reluctantly, allowing me a better look at his chest and abdomen. 

I clenched my jaw tight as I looked over the boy's torso. He had multiple lacerations; from small burns to puncture wounds. The kid was lucky he escaped when he did. Otherwise, these wounds would have become infected if left unattended for much longer.

I glanced back over my shoulder toward the officer, watching as his dark eyes tracked my movements. Clearing my throat, I asked, "Can you roll that cart over here?" With a gesture of my hand toward the little metal cart in the corner with all the supplies I needed. 

"Sure." A shiver shot down my spine at his deep voice filling the space. Low and steady, his voice didn't need to be loud to reach every corner of the room. 

The sound of wheels rolling on tiled floor echoed against the light green painted walls of the room as the officer pushed the cart to me. I grabbed the edge of the cart and rolled it the rest of the way. 

Standing up, I got ready to sit down next to the boy on the other light blue chair before I abruptly stopped in my tracks. My head snapped toward the direction of the officer once again and my eyes grew wide. 

Oh my Goddess!

The faint scent of mahogany, black teakwood, and a slight note of lavender finally reached my nose and suddenly the officer's initial response after entering the exam room made a lot more sense. 

Mate.

A/N~ Poor Jax:( Find out what happens next in chapter 3, already up on Ream and Patreon! Link in bio:)

QOTD: What do you think Finn's mysterious police officer mate was thinking of when he first walked into the room?;)

ANSWER: I can't tell yoooooou:)