All Chapters of The Wolf Doctor’s Forbidden Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sofia“Alex.”I call for my husband, though barely any sound comes from me. His grey wolf reaches me almost immediately. He already knows about the attack, and Carina, my midwife, is with him.This isn't negotiable, Sof. We talked about this.I don't argue. I simply nod and allow Carina to help me into the office.A massive bookshelf stands against one wall. Behind it is a hidden entrance leading to a network of tunnels beneath the pack house. This building is ancient. Those tunnels have protected generations of wolves during wars and attacks. More lives have been saved down there than I could ever count.I reach Thomas through the mind link.Thomas, I've gone into labour. Get every elderly wolf, every non-warrior woman, and all the children into the tunnels beneath the cellar. We prepared for this weeks ago. Everyone knows the plan.Yes, Alpha.What is happening outside?His reply comes quickly.We're pursuing it, Alpha. But the lycans were right. We can't see the creature properly.

Vera"Victor Blackwood."The two men clasp hands, and that's the final thing I catch before I'm yanked away into another vision. Except this time, I know exactly what I'm looking at. This is happening now. I can see familiar wolves from our pack scattered along the northern border, heavily guarded and alert.Then I spot it. A massive shape lurking at the edge of my sight. Calling it a wolf would be laughable. This thing is a monster, something stitched together from nightmares. Like one of those ancient chimeras from old stories. Its bulk alone makes your blood run cold, and the way its jaws work, snapping and gnashing like some enormous lion, tells me everything I need to know. This is a creature built for one purpose. Killing.It's moving toward our line, and not a single wolf seems to notice. How the hell can they not see this thing? It's right there!The beast picks up speed and slams straight into our wolves. Their howls of agony rip through me, and I'm screaming before I can sto

"What's the plan?" The words drift past me, caught somewhere at the edge of my awareness. When I'm locked onto a hunt, everything else fades. It's like the world narrows to a single point and nothing else exists. Nothing can pull me away from it.I leave the room without looking back. Alex and Carina remain behind with Sofia. I pass Eli and Lucas in the hallway, their faces painted with confusion, but I don't stop. I'm hardly conscious of the three lycans falling into step behind me as I move through the packhouse.When I reach the entrance at the base of the building, I kick off my shoes and begin working with the spear. The weight of it, the balance, I need to know it intimately. I twirl it between my palms, send it spinning around my body. My thighs ache from weeks of disuse, so I stretch them out. My back cracks as I roll my shoulders. My neck pops when I tilt my head side to side. I'm preparing this body for what's coming.I lift my face to the sky and let the wind find me. Every

"What's the plan?" I catch the words from somewhere at the edge of my awareness.When I'm locked onto a hunt, the rest of the world fades. It's just me and the target. Nothing else gets through. I leave the room without looking back. Alex and Carina stay with Sofia. I pass Eli and Lucas in the hallway, their faces confused, but I barely register them. All three lycans fall in behind me as I move through the packhouse. Their footsteps trail mine, but I don't slow down.At the entrance, I stop just long enough to kick off my shoes. The stone floor is cold under my bare feet. I pick up the spear and begin working with it, getting a feel for how it moves. The weight of it in my palms. The balance. I spin it around my body, testing its reach. My thighs ache from weeks of doing nothing. Same with my back. My neck. I stretch each one out, loosening the stiffness, getting ready for what's coming.I tilt my head back and let the wind hit my face. Every hair on my body rises. I stand there and

VeraI lie there with my eyes shut, letting the last dregs of adrenaline drain out of me. My breath comes in ragged pulls, and a high whine sits in my ears from pushing my body past every limit I had. When my pulse finally starts to slow, I lift my lids and force myself upright. Every muscle screams in protest.The ones who had been in the clearing have all crowded around Noah. Eli. Me. And the beast. Now that it's out in the open, some stare at it with curiosity, others with plain fear. A few are bold enough to prod it with their toes, checking that it's truly gone. The thing doesn't move. Doesn't breathe. Just lies there, a heap of what used to be a nightmare.Noah is stretched out beside me, still wearing his lycan shape. I rest my palm against his brow and wait for him to open his eyes.We did it.We actually fucking did it.Someone in the crowd lets out a howl of pure joy, and it catches like wildfire. More howls follow, then more. I can't help but grin at the sound. Around me, t