Who: Ranger, Mac, Dante, and Sebastian (later on) What: Tending to the alpha. When: Friday evening Where: Ranger’s apartment Warning: Language, blood
They were just about to close everything up when Ranger’s cell phone beeped. Figuring that it was Brian, his fished it out of his pocket with a smile. What he read wiped that smile right off his face. It wasn’t Brian at all. It was Dante and he’d been shot with a wolfbane bullet. “Aw, shit,” he swore, glancing at Mac before blinking right over to the front door and putting up the closed sign. “Dante’s been shot by a hunter and he’s coming here.” Which was pretty damn smart because Ranger had actually dug wolfbane bullets out of werewolves before. He was hardly medically trained, but magic wasn’t the only thing that he’d learned at his mother’s side. Ranger was now really wishing that Brian, and all of his firefighter training was here. Mac was going to have to serve as his nurse instead.
“You know that I normally love indulging you if you have any questions but right now I need you to stay and help me and I need you to not ask a lot of questions when I tell you to do something,” Ranger said, sounding uncharacteristically serious. “I’ll answer anything you’d like after he isn’t dead. Right now I need you to go upstairs. In the back of our bedroom closet there's a large black bag filled with surgical instruments. Put the bag on the kitchen table and then go back into the bedroom and find the large brown box stuffed under the bed. Open it and find the jar labeled 'wolfsbane' and put that in the kitchen too.” Christ, what a fucking week this had been. "Oh and put on one of my t-shirts. Middle left drawer of the dresser. This could get messy."