The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 161

Chapter 161

85 – Kennedy

I could hear Ryker muttering something from above, but judging by his silence and lack of movement, he must realize I’m right—or at least he agrees enough not to follow me down. Despite the heat of the moment, I can’t help but feel a strange warmth at how protective he is of me. Even Alpha kept in touch during the entire trek through the woods, his presence felt in the faint brush of his tail against my leg. It was oddly comforting.

Carefully, I scramble down the steep slope, the descent proving much longer and more treacherous than I anticipated. Admitting to myself that Ryker might have had a point about scouting before leaping, I push the thought aside. I can’t stop now—Emily needs help, and I’m the only one who can safely navigate this terrain without risking injury.

From our vantage point at the top, her small frame was barely visible. I hoped she was like most werewolf children—resilient, almost indestructible. Memories flooded back of playing with Jeremiah and the others when we were young, envying how quickly they healed from injuries. I recalled the one time I tumbled down a hill, rolling uncontrollably, and ended up with a broken arm. Months in a cast had been agonizing, but at least I learned to use my left hand better, becoming ambidextrous.

“Em, honey, can you hear me?” I called softly as I neared the bottom. I needed a sign—any sign—that she was conscious, moving, alive. Ryker had said he could hear her heartbeat, but that wasn’t enough for me. It felt like I was trudging through thick sand, my body refusing to move faster despite my desperation. Panic clawed at me, but I fought with every ounce of strength to reach her.

“Kennedy, what’s going on? Your emotions are off the charts. Is she okay?” Ryker’s voice crackled through the comms.

“I don’t know,” I whispered, a sob catching in my throat even though I wasn’t shouting. “She’s not moving, Ryker. What if we’re too late? I’m the only one who can come down here without getting hurt. It’s bad—she crushed a lot of those purple flowers on the way down. I can smell them in the air.”

“The pack doctor is on site. Move carefully and tell us what you find,” came the calm reply.

Taking a deep breath, I forced my legs free from the clinging dirt and quicksand-like earth, then hurried toward her. “Em? Emily, sweet girl, can you open your eyes for me? I’m going to check you over quickly to see if I can get you out of here. Tell me if anything hurts, okay?”

I scanned her body carefully. Thankfully, none of her limbs were twisted or bent unnaturally. That was a relief—no obvious breaks. “She’s lying on her back. There’s a decent gash on her forehead. It bled a lot, but it looks like it’s clotted now. Other than that, her body seems unharmed. I’m scared to move her, though—I can’t see if there’s anything wrong on her back.”

“Kennedy, darling, gently cross her arms over her chest and roll her onto her side, away from the head wound. Move slowly and try not to jostle her head too much. We’re just checking for any debris she might be impaled on,” Doc Bradshaw instructed patiently. Over the winter, since my “popsicle phase,” I’d grown close to the lead pack doctor.

Following her advice, I settled beside Emily’s left side and carefully turned her toward me, making sure she had no further contact with the wolfsbane flowers and stems that had caused so much trouble. “Hey, sweet girl, I’m just checking you out, okay? I want to make sure it’s safe to move you from this spot.”

A faint, weak whimper escaped her lips, and I froze instantly.

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