Mated To My Hybrid brother
Moments later, the pack doctor rushed in.
He bowed quickly. “Your Majesty.”
“There’s no time for pleasantries Doc,” I spoke in a firm tone. “My Luna needs your help.”
He wasted no time, setting to work, cleaning her wounds, and stitching where necessary. I sat in the corner of the room, my fists clenched, watching every movement.
The doctor spoke softly as he worked.
“She’s strong,” he murmured. “She’ll heal.”
As the doctor finished, I escorted him outside.
“Thank you so much, Doc!” I said softly.
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