Warrior Robbie It's been a few hours since everyone went their own ways for the night and while all of my brothers have headed to their floors to be with their mates I've found myself sitting in my bedroom all alone while my mind runs a storm in my head. How the fuck is this happening? My wolf Cane hasn't made it any easier and I get it, I do he's dealing with this too. On top of finding out that our mate is a child, he is also dealing with the fact that she doesn't have her wolf so he doesn't even get that connection yet. "What the fuck are we gonna do?" I'm not sure if I'm talking to Cane or myself but still, he answers me. "First we need to find out how old she is." He's right but the truth is that I'm scared to know because while I have a sense that she could be late teens so possibly close to legal age, another part of me doubts it as she looks young, She's a tiny petite thing and it's sending my head into a spin. "What if she is stupid young? What if it's going to be years until she gets her wolf?" I whine. I'm pretty positive that I sound like a teenager right now but I don't care. "That could be a possibility but what if she just looks younger than she is? We do not know what she's been through and while I fucking pray that she hasn't been through the hell that she could have been through by now, I also know that there's a chance that she has already been dragged through the mud and the stress of it all could have her looking and appearing more valuable than she is and in turn making her look younger than she is." "I know. You're in my head so you know every single thing that I have thought about since we found her. I've been through every single scenario there is but none of them make me feel any better about the situation." "We could sit here and talk in circles all night long but it's not going to change anything. We need to find out everything we can about her but most importantly her age so that we can form a plan on what we do next." As much as Cane can be a massive pain in my ass it's times like this that I'm insanely grateful for him. Despite his feelings about what's going on, he's pushing them all aside so that he can take control of the situation, take that burden off me and help guide me and I don't have any doubt that he will be behind me 100% no matter what I do or decided from here on out. He's never failed me and I have complete faith that he isn't about to start now. Despite the fear that's crippling me I haul my ass off my bed and head for my bathroom. After the events of today, I need a shower. That hole in the ground was a filth box and made me feel dirty. If I'm going to try and clear my head ready to find out everything I need to then a shower is a good place to start. As much as I wish for it, the shower doesn't do a dam thing to help calm me. The entire time that I was in there my mind was on my mate. It feels like I have two minds and I'm completely torn in two. On the one hand, there's the side to me that concentrates on the feelings that knowing I've met my mate brings. The excitement of what's to come, a mate, marriage, pups. The thought of getting to love someone unconditionally and having that right back. Having someone to care for and to look after, someone to spoil and just someone to spend my life with makes me want to explored with joy. But on the other hand, there's also the possibility that I'm facing the situation of having a mate who's potentially years younger than me. A mate who won't even realise that her mate is close by. A mate who at such a young age could have been through more than anyone should in an entire lifetime. Shit… a mate that could potentially be pregnant or even already had a child and it had been taken away from her Just like Rosie. "It doesn't matter what she's been through, she's our mate!" Cane grunts sounding pissed. Does that wolf not know me at all? "Of course, it doesn't matter. While I hope that she hasn't been through any bad, my hope isn't for selfish reasons. I hope that she hasn't been through any bed for her. But if she has been through the hell we've heard about then it won't make a bit of difference to me. I'll still be there for her. I'll support her in whatever it is she needs or wants. If she's pregnant and wants to keep the pup well, then that pup will be mine no question about it, and if she's already had a pup and it's been taken away from her well… I will burn the world down to find them if that's what it takes. I know that we will figure things out and that we will find a way but fuck I just can't stop the dark thoughts from being at the forefront of my mind. Aside from everything that I've thought the biggest thing for me is what if she doesn't even want me? What if she is so traumatised by her past that she doesn't want a mate especially one who's potentially years older than her? After linking Nick I find myself walking across the outdoor training field and heading to the building where we also train and I have my own office. An office that has a very new very large bottle of whisky that was gifted to me a while ago. I don't usually drink, two or three are usually my limited. I don't like the idea of being drunk and unable to protect those around me if an attack arose. But tonight… yeah tonight getting so drunk that I can't think about anything sounds way too appealing and it's exactly what I do.A pounding behind my eyes drags me from my sleep and I wish it hadn't because the moment I come around I realise what I've done and how much I'm going to suffer today, along with everything else that I'm dealing with, it's just a recipe for a disaster of a day. I groan as I try to sit up before quickly changing my mind. Between the pounding in my head, stinging in my eyes and a stomach that feels ready to throw up at any second I'm afraid to move. I feel like death and like an absolute bastard. I gave in to my own needs and wants and blanked everything out while my mate was in the packhouse without my protection. Deep inside I know that she is protected by the guards that we have inside the room with the women but my original plan was to stand guard outside the room through the night for my own peace of mind and Cains. While he may not be able to connect with her wolf yet, he still feels the connection to our mate like I do and he right now he just wants to know that she's protected and so do I but I was a selfish asshole. "Don't be too hard on yourself, Robbie. I understand why you did it and if truth be told I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't slightly relieved that you did. I was driving myself crazy with worry about the whole situation but when you blacked out so did I and a few hours of peace has helped me think of a new way forward."While I would like to think that he's just saying this for my benefit I know that he's not. He only ever says what he means and he's always the first one to call me out on my bullshit so I know what he's saying is the truth and I appreciate it more than he'll ever realise. "Good morning, brother." I groan when my head snaps to the doorway where Nick is standing looking all bright-eyed and bushy nailed. "Fuck!" I grunt when another wave of sickness washes over me. I've been bitten, needed stitches from claws being ripped through my skin, and almost had my heart torn out and yet, none of those comes close to this feeling. Call me a pussy if you want but I fucking hate being sick, even more so the feeling you get right before it all comes out. "How's the head." I don't miss the grin on his face and I'd give anything to hit it right of him but I'm afraid to move. "Like I've been run over by a bus then it reverses and runs back over me, serval thousand times." "That's what happens with you bring out the whiskey and you can't handle it." I know he's not scolding me but I'm still annoyed probably more at myself than him but still, I'm going to blame him right now. Somehow I manage to move my hand and swiftly give him the middle finger causing him to laugh and make my head rattle. "For the love of fuck please talk quieter." He laughs louder and now I want to punch him. "Get yourself up and showered. I've put clean clothes in the bathroom ready for you. Once you are done come out Bonnie is making breakfast and before you protest that you don't want it trust me it will help you loads. You need to soak up the alcohol." I know he's right so I nod agreeing grateful for his support. "What's Bonnie making?" Dispute how I feel I can't deny that I'm hungry. "Bacon, eggs, sausage, pancakes and she's got a shit tone of coffee and fruit on the go. "That woman is a goddess." I praise as I try and convince myself to sit up. "She is indeed." He agrees with nothing but pride on his face.