로그인April After explaining how we got here after being begged by Alpha Scott to help him out, displaying my treatments, and reporting on each warrior’s condition who is still in my care, even the general has to admit that there is not much more we could talk about. He does ask me strange questions that may hint at something more about the sinister conspiracy I must be carrying out behind everyone’s back, but my answers soon enough lead him straight into nothingness. I concentrate on answering everything truthfully, and I am surprised about how he is more keen on asking about Hailey’s character and about the people she came to this pack with than what happened before I was cast out. Soon enough, I wonder if he is suspecting one of them of being behind this plan and the attacks, while I am just an accomplice. Which is ridiculous because I was cast out with my mother and Hailey is surely dead as there is no way I could be Scott’s second-chance mate with her still being alive. My he
April “What is this place?” I ask, careful not to raise my voice as he would be in clear advantage to rip me into pieces without any effort, even without segregating me. He looks at me unimpressed because clearly I should be able to read the room, and already know what is happening here. “This is a standard interrogation room of the Royal Pack. We use them to prevent unpredictable events from taking place that would disrupt a questioning,” he explains matter-of-factly, causing my jaw to hit the floor. “How is this room on Royal Pack grounds if we were in Black Amber territory just now?” I ask further, spiralling into helplessness as I can’t grasp the situation. It makes no sense, and my brain is starting to hurt, my senses seeming untrustworthy, which scares me even more. The general shrugs, and a twitch of the corner of his lips signals me that he might find the situation more amusing than he should. “I’m not here to discuss the laws of physics with you.” “Laws of physics?” I
April I look up from my documents, acting as if I could concentrate on them over my raging heartbeat. The lycan steps in after Scott, who keeps spewing facts about the pack and his warriors. It looks like the lycan has to even bend down a little bit to fit through the door, but I might be hallucinating. “This is the miracle doctor I was talking to you about.” Scott lifts his arm, gesturing towards me. “April Foster. That’s General Alastor.” I squint my eyes at Scott before forcing back up a kind expression for the lycan. “It’s actually April Angel,” I correct the stupid Alpha, offering a hand for the general to take. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, General Alastor.” “How fitting,” the general comments, a huge grin appearing on his stoic face. “The pleasure is all mine, Dr. Angel.” He takes my hand, shaking it, and I am surprised at how gentle the handshake feels because I was rather expecting him to crush my fingers in a tight grip. His hand is huge compared to mine, and I have to
April The next few days go by faster than I would have expected. I would have imagined them to be a dragging pain as I still need to face the stupid Alpha about his warriors as if nothing happened. The only thing that really keeps me going is the fact that all the patients that I have under my care are doing better day by day. Even the ones in the most critical conditions are now definitely going to survive, which makes me happy. And the most absurd and astonishing thing is, that while my patients are getting better, the pack members I meet on my way to work or in the hospital are getting kinder. Even the nurses and the other doctors started talking to me normally, a few even addressing me in a respectful tone. Such a shift happened, that I am now able to fill up my staff with medical personnel of the pack hospital of the Blue Amber Pack. Something I would have never deemed possible. I am surprised at how smoothly we all can work together as a team, improving the condi
April I open my eyes, blinking myself to reality, and I am amazed to see that I am lying in a hospital bed. With a deep sigh, I close my eyes and open them again, slowly, hoping I would magically wake up in my bed at home in the Black Amethyst Pack, realizing happily this has all just been a dream. But I would be rarely this lucky, which is once again proven by the fact that I am still looking at the disturbingly white ceiling. During my attempt to turn to my left, I realize that I have been set up with an intravenous infusion, causing me to groan. What an exaggeration. I surely only had a small panic attack and passed out due to my hyperventilation because of the shock at being nearly crushed against a patient’s bed. This really is not necessary. Lifting my hand, I want to rip out the tubes running into my skin as I jump at the sparks rippling up my arm. “What are you trying to do?” I look over my shoulder, finding the idiot Alpha staring at me with a worried but at the same
April My first instinct is to scream. But my lungs give up the service, only functioning to provide my body with its air supply instead of following my instinctive impulse. Gasping for air, I barely sense Scott reaching me, feeling his arms wrapping around me, and I get overwhelmed by the sparks exploding on my skin. They even penetrate through the layers of my clothes, disrupting the piercing pain that is streaming along my nerves. What the…? My wolf howls in my head, and I don’t know if it is because of the pain, the remnants of the bonds shattering through our linked souls, or the urge to shift and attack the enormous mountain made of muscles. Panic soon takes over my perception, deafening the pulsating pain, and in the hopes of escaping the warriors’ grip, but also Scott who is coming way too close for my gusto, I let myself fall backwards. I put all my strength into the attempt to tear myself free from the huge hand wrapping around my forearm. And just as I am convi