Probably both.
His touch sends a shiver down my spine, and my strawberry scent sweetens in the air, making the two alpha trainers cough.
The noise makes my cheeks feel warm as Rowan stands, content with his assessment.
“What—what are you doing to him?” I ask the trainers, peeking around Rowan.
They both just stare at me, almost like they’re confused.
“See? Told you she was fuckin’ weird,” the younger trainer huffs.
“You best watch how you talk about her,” Rowan says, his voice low. He turns to the older trainer. “What’s the protocol for him, Uncle Jerry?”
Uncle. So I guess this older trainer is related to Jett and Rowan.
“Most of the time we’ll shock ‘em and eventually he’ll put on the cuffs himself. Then we tighten’ ‘em before we come in to do whatever we need to do. But now that he’s knocked out, there’s a different protocol,” Jerry says.
The two of them drag Rage’s unconscious body across the room. Jerry pushes a button on another kind of remote, lengthening the amount of chain from the walls before they cuff his wrists and ankles.
Using whatever winch system is installed in the walls, thechains tug him until Rage is hanging from the wall like he’s meat at a butcher’s shop.
His hair covers his face as he remains slumped forward, unconscious.
“It’s a lot more work ‘cause we’ve gotta make sure he actually wakes up,” Jerry sighs, running a hand through his salt and pepper gray hair. “Normally, when someone’s experiencing too much pain, pain their body can’t handle, they pass out.”
“I take it that’s not how things work with him?” Rowan nods, his jaw flexing as he stares at Rage.
“With the dogs, they don’t know the limits of their bodies. Fantastic for fighting. You fight harder if you don’t know your own limits. But bad for this,” Jerry says, waving around the room.
“So there’s a chance he may not wake up?” I whisper, my hands clinging to the hem of Rowan’s t-shirt as I fight to keep them steady.
The two alpha trainers shrug, and I feel like I’m going to throw up.
I should’ve tried harder to explain to Rage what was going on. To convince him to let me help him.
There was a wild look in his eyes, though. But even if he could understand what I was saying in the moment, he definitely wasn’t listening to me.
Rowan sways on his feet, his eyes fluttering shut, and my attention immediately locks on him.
“Oh my God! You should lie down! Have you had anyone look at your injuries?”
“Nah,” he slurs, shaking his head once before he regrets the motion, his eyes closing. “Wanted to make sure you were alive first. Thought you were dead.”
“Well, I’m alive. And I’m telling you that you need to worry about yourself now!”
“Okay, let’s head back to the trailer. We can have the doctormeet us there,” Rowan sighs, pulling out his phone and shooting a quick text.
I ignore the curious looks the two trainers are giving me as I guide Rowan to the door.
Over my shoulder, I catch the two trainers whispering back and forth to each other.
“Please don’t hurt him too much,” I say to them.
I have no clue whether they’ll listen to me, but I need to help Rowan, which means I can’t stay back and help Rage.
They don’t bother giving me an answer before Rowan is tugging me towards the exit of the building.
“Don’t have a hoodie to give you this time, so you’ll have to waittill we get back to the trailer,” he says, sliding into the front seat of a golf cart I’ve never seen before.
