- Josie -

Good cop, bad cop.

It's always been that way with Jaxon and Jace growing up. We may be triplets, but for the most part they are known as the twins...because they are identical.

I look so different from them that in passing, you wouldn't really think we were related. They are identical in the face and their build, but Jaxon has a darker look about him, whereas Jace has always had the sun's glow on his side. Jace the summer to Jaxon's winter. For most of our youth, I seemed to be the only one that could tell them apart, even our parents struggling when they decided to play switch up for the day.

They took it in turns, the whole bad cop, good cop routine...on the pack...and on me. When it was a day both were on bad cop form, well it didn't rain...it poured. Mostly their flying fists.

Then there was a shift, a change. They both organically maintained their roles, Jace the good cop, Jaxon the bad cop. Jaxon the eldest, the fiercest of them both taking on that responsibility as the eldest.

But I've never seen him like this. Never has he turned his aura on me like that...or attacked a friend to the brink of death.

Yes, death usually follows an injury this severe... the sheer loss of blood alone resulting in the internal organs starting to shut down. Even for werewolves. But Knox still breathes, his heart stills beats. His strength is remarkable...he almost has the healing ability of an... alpha bloodline.

His eyes remained on me as I dressed his wound, his hands gripping onto my hips as I straddled him to control his body from moving, from destroying my progress. It's the hardest I've had to work in a long time, keeping my own mind in control from his touch...from his closeness.

The bleeding has completely stopped now and his body is in recovery as he sleeps. That was the easy part. Now his wolf needs to fight a potential infection.

I don't leave his side, I watch his chest for hours for the sign of difficulty in breathing.

My eyes trained on his rising bare chest for a change so that I can act upon it quickly. Each muscle tensing to help him inhale as much air as possible.

As the rest of the house sleeps, I remain awake, undoing the damage my brother has done. Both my brothers have done.

Jace has never not been by Jaxon's side, his callous decision to leave has played a key part in Jaxon losing control. So, I blame Jace just as much.

I watch the moon throughout the night, sitting by the window...my eyes darting back and forth. I even pray to the moon for his recovery, pray to moon goddess to bless him, even though she had forgotten me.

As the sun starts to rise, Knox starts to stir, pain setting in as my herbal ointment's power starts to weaken. I'll need to redress the wound.

I'm unable to hide the relief that erupts upon my face as his eyes focus on the room, as he slowly grips at his side before sitting up.

Moving off the windowsill I move back to the bed, sitting on the edge and reaching over to touch his forehead. Checking his temperature the only reason, I let myself believe.novelbin

"You've been up all night?" His hand grips mine and lowers it, as he scans the room for others.

"Someone had to watch you, to make sure you didn't break out into a fever. You wouldn't go to the hospital after all." I quirk an eyebrow at him before reaching to the side table for a pair of scissors.

"It wasn't worth the issues it would cause within the pack...trust me." Wasn't worth... his words make me stop in my tracks before I snip at the tape keeping the bandages tight.

"You shouldn't have got involved." I start peeling away at the dressing, gently pulling it off to check the wound. Guilt washes over me as his body flinches from my actions.

"It worked didn't it?" His charming smirks hides the grimace upon his face. A flash of irritation at his reckless behaviour causing me to not be as gentle as I had been throughout the night.