Treasure

Treasure feels like trash. Abandoned as a baby. Diagnosed as mentally ill. Institutionalized and abused. Runaway at sixteen. Life gives her pain. He says he is her mate, but can she trust a Doctor? "This one arrived on a seventy-two hour psych hold last night. She was found by police in an alley, naked and covered in blood, with the remains of a raccoon around her. When she woke up, she had no idea what had happened." My attending psychologist had that look to him, like he was going to show me something new. "Rabies?" I looked at my iPad which had her patient history summary. "This has happened before. Psychotic breaks, paranoid schitzophrenia, she's spent months in institutions." I skimmed through the pages; an otherwise innocent girl with violent outbursts she couldn't remember. "Drug treatment was partially successful." "Apparently, but when the therapy works they turn her loose. Without regular medication she will continue to have these episodes." We reached the door to her room, and my wolf suddenly was forward in my mind. He opened the door and the scent hit me like a train. "MATE," he said. She looked up at me, the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. Red hair, wide eyes, and no recognition of me as the one made just for her. I stepped into the room, my eyes fixed on her while my wolf pushed to be let out. "Let me go," she said. Never.