Mommy, Daddy Doesn't Want Us Back?

Elaine's POV

My son Jean was in critical condition.

I've been dialling his father and my mate since two hours. He was busy taking care of the pack.

I was with Jean as he breathed ruggedly.

He was diagnosed with AIDS seven months ago. A simple flu was going to kill him.

I couldn't look at the time on my phone for how blurry my eyes became.

But there was a message from my mate's mobile.

[Have fun caring for the sick, weak child you birthed, Elaine! XoXo]

I knew who it was.

It was the human who gave my child the deadly disease.

It was unfair.

Humans discovered a cure for this fatal disease but the same principles when used on us werewolves, worsened the effect.

There was a time when Logan Fenris, my mate would leave everything to attend my needs. When I was pregnant with Jean and until when Jean turned three.

Logan's attitude changed when he met the human girl, several years younger to him, on a business trip. She was Canadian. She moved closer to our pack. My pack, despite her being different species, accepted her.

Why?

Because she could bear the fruit of an alpha.

She had resilience.

What about me and my son?

We were casted away by our own pack.

We were no longer a part of Waterstone.

"Mrs Fenris." I stood up at the doctor's call.

"Ms Elaine would be fine." I corrected. He nodded curtly.

"I'm sorry, but your son's infection has progressed. His immunity isn't suppressing the virus." He said. He looked at the nurse and continued again.

"He's contracted pneumonia." He said. My heart sank.

"What are the chances of his survival...?" I asked, tears rolling down my cheeks already.

"Less than 12%. I recommend you involve healers of your kind to treat Jean. I'm sorry." He spoke briefly and left.

What do I even do?

I've been ostracized from Waterstone. No healer would come to my aid.

That's when I took matters into my own hands.

I was barely 19 when Jean was born to me. I was 24 when I was holding both my palms close and generating healing waves from my palms, at that moment. I was born a healer. But I was never given a chance to grow.

I channeled energy to heal my son, but it was of no use.

That's when I decided to drive back to the pack, four hours away, just to beg a healer to come and help my son. Their future alpha.

Waterstone packhouse at midnight was vibrant. I didn't know what was going on.

I walked into the crowd. They were repulsed by my presence soiling their festive mood.

"Where is Logan?" I asked in a croaky voice. I hadn't eaten in five days.

"Alpha Logan? He's celebrating, Luna. I wouldn't tell you to go to him." A member of my pack suggested. I didn't listen to him and went in anyway.

I should've realized.

There he