Thunder

Oliver

Someone knocked on my office door. I looked over at the clock on the wall, surprised to see it was already a little after noon. I closed the book, careful to only touch the cloth surrounding it, and shoved it to the side of my desk.

“Come in,” I called. The door swung open. Dr. Whitledge bowed his head as he walked in and stood in front of my desk. “Go ahead and sit, Dr. Whitledge.” He sat, still not saying anything. I leaned back in my chair and looked at him.

“So,” I said, breaking the silence.

“So…” his voice trailed off.

“Would you be able to do me a favor?” I asked.

He nodded.

“Could we do a DNA test on Lya?” I asked. “I have questions about her parentage.” I motioned to the book beside me.

“As do I,” he said. “I really thought she must be a part bred that didn’t inherit a wolf, but signs point to otherwise, yes?”

I nodded slowly. “She does have a wolf.”

“Then why isn’t she healing appropriately?” he asked.

“That’s a long story.” I leaned forward, placing