Fated To The Human Doctor
"She isn't talking to the elders. She’s talking to the younger warriors. She’s gathering a private militia in the south barracks. She’s telling them that if you won't lead with strength, she will find someone who can. She is preparing for a coup, Lyon."
I looked toward the bed. Christie was fast asleep, her breathing deep and even. She was exhausted from the drive, the confrontation in the hall, and the emotional explosion that followed. She looked so small against the dark silk sheets. She was a doctor, a healer, a woman of science. She didn't belong in a fortress surrounded by wolves who wanted her dead or gone.
I stood guard at the door, my muscles tight and my jaw locked. My wolf was pac
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