Eric POV
Everyone starts arguing about who should jump in and get her body out. It seems some of them would rather let her die than get wet now even though they were swimming five minutes ago. The girls would rather not touch her in case she is dead, they don't want to touch a dead body.
I'm having an internal debate, it would solve a lot of my problems if she would simply die. I know my father might need her for breeding in the future but mother might improve if she were out of the picture completely. She might go back to being a supportive wife and that would be helpful to the pack and maybe she would even step up a little as a Luna. In the end, it's the fear of my father's anger that makes me order a Delta to jump in and get her.
He swims down to where 'the slave' is floating and grabs her arm and drags her up. Once he is up with her in one hand and holding on to the edge of the pool with the other we have the same problem all over again. She looks so odd floating there face down in her light blue dress shirt, with it stuck to her arms like that you can see how scrawny and tiny she is.
Now I have to order the Deltas again to get someone to help pull her out. No one wants to touch her now they are all sure she is dead. They pull her up out of the water and drop her on the cement and roll her over face up. Then we all stand around and look at her. She's not moving or breathing. She was only under there for about five minutes. I've done my duty, if she's dead and we can just leave her, right? Surely we don't have to do CPR? Someone pokes her with their toe but no one bothers to take her pulse. I listen for it but there are too many pulses here for me to decide if one is hers or not.
Suddenly a young wolf runs up to her, checks her pulse, turns her head, and I don't know what else, starts CPR or something. Then my father and two wolves from the senior security team, my father's Delta's, storm the pool area. Darn it, I didn't even see them coming. Usually, my wolf would warn me but he was so upset with me he's not paying attention to anything but the dead girl.
"Is she dead?" Asks my father.
"Not yet!" Says the young wolf. He graduated a year ahead of me and I think he's part of the medical team or maybe it was financial? Either way, he seems to know what he's doing.
"Fine." My father says and then storms away again. Stupid surveillance cameras. "Eric," he calls over his shoulder, "come to my office after you change."
Oh, Crap. This should be fun.
Twenty seconds later the young wolf scoops the slave up and walks off with her. Whatever. My wolf is so out of control right now, I should take him for a run but I have to meet my father first. What would help is if I could make out with my girlfriend right now, she looks so hot in her red bikini but I need to break up with her not make out with her.
I knock on my father's door a few minutes later after I changed out of my suit.
"Come in." My father calls.
I walk in and sit in by the chair by the fireplace and cross my ankle over my knee.
"Explain." He commands.
"Two of my Delta's caught her sneaking around. After a bit of joking around, two others tossed her in the pool. We didn't know she couldn't swim. We pulled her out."
"Eric! I don't intervene because I can't but that does not mean I want her treated as she was tonight. I have put all my eggs in one basket with you. Don't make me regret it."
"Father, why can't we just have another pack host her until we know if we need her or not? Why does she have to stay here?"
"Because then someone might tell her how powerful she is and train her and she could come back here and fight you for this pack and she might win."
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