Novel & Cerita Nurse In American Werewolf In London

The men turned to look at who she was referring to, and immediately, their batons fell from their hands in shock, and they lay down flat, their faces on the ground, legs and hands stretched. “We are sorry, master.” The werewolves shouted one after the other. The nurse’s eyes widened. Brynn thought that since Aurora was in good hands in the hospital, as the hospital had some of the best doctors in the world, and the hospital belonged to him. He wanted to teach this nurse a lesson; his hands were crossed, and he gave her a dead stare. A very elderly woman who was escorted out of a ward by a nurse saw men in black holding the nurse,

I had work to catch up on, and Jackson already hated it when I came late. After a quick bath, I slipped into my blue nurse uniform, pinned my hair, grabbed my bag, and left. The pack city was already awake, streets buzzing with wolves in human form. The air smelled like morning dew and faint magic. Since I didn’t own a car yet, I took a taxi. The driver was a chatterbox, asking where my Luna mark was and why I was working like a regular nurse instead of living like a queen. I ignored him and watched the tall buildings flash by until we stopped at the hospital.

“And our mate, Elara, she needs help, too.” “We have what you need,” a she-wolf says beside me, and when I look at her, I recognise her as a nurse. I want to ask how they knew and where they are coming from, but I am too grateful for the assistance. “We saw the smoke,” the nurse says as if she could read my mind, as she runs towards Elara. “We’re prepared to treat anything fire-related.” “Oh, good,” I nod, sitting down when my weight becomes too much for my legs.

“What did you just say?” “Nothing.” I said, letting out a soft sigh to ease the moment and make her forget. “I have a meaningful reason for asking you this, young man.” The nurse continued. “I will let anyone know I am an Omega, and I belong to a pack.” “Omega?” Angus re-echoed the nurse's confession, breathing slowly. “Are you from the Thane Wrest pack?” “No.” The nurse replied. “I will never claim membership to Alpha Thane. He is a brutal wolf!”

What the fuck is going on in this city? Amelia doesn't know how to control her new nature, but in small flashbacks I saw that a wolf tried to kill her, on the last full moon, a week ago. I frown, I don't like this situation at all. It's strange, that she is very calm, it's like she knows what to do. How does she know that she is a werewolf if she has not experienced metamorphosis on a full moon? She is one of them, she has a pack.

I said, "Adriana Maya," Lane smiled at me, showing his deep dimple, and my cheeks turned a pink shade in embarrassment. "Well then, Adriana, would you be willing to join me, Lane Lockwood for an adventure?" As the wind blew my hair to the side, I sighed, "Yes." He then stretched his hand towards me and I walked over towards him and grabbed it. It was at that moment I heard the sounds of struggling werewolves. "Where is she?" "Get in," Lane said tropically. "On the table you'll see a neatly sewn dress. It was supposed to be a gift for a friend but you can have it.

My heart dropped like a stone into a lake. What had happened now? I shifted out and pulled on the coat, tugging it down over my ass and hoping nobody saw anything. Nudity was common enough in werewolf packs, considering we were shifters, but I still didn’t like being on show in a situation like this. Lifting the fox carefully in my arms, I jogged over and tried to see inside. Luna Amelia was lying on one of the cots. I snared the arm of a passing Omega with flyaway ginger hair. I recognised her a second later and said, “Hey, Mary, what happened?”

I commanded, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside. Jason, Eden, and I followed the guard through the labyrinthine corridors, the torchlight flickering ominously against the walls. When we arrived at the infirmary, the sight that greeted us was one of controlled chaos. Healers moved with swift precision, but it was Elara who drew my gaze. Her once vibrant aura was dim, her body marred with deep lacerations and the unmistakable puncture wounds of werewolf bites. Her breathing was shallow, pained whimpers escaping her lips with each exhale. My friend, my confidant, lay broken before me.

Christen tightened her grip on the blanket under her, unable to say anything to argue against her claim. “And you think that is reason enough to force a patient out of here?” the nurse continued. “I don’t know who you two think you are, but as a nurse of Sangem Hospital, I have a duty to assist my patients. One of those ways to assist her may as well to keep you two away from this building, if this is how you are going to continue acting!” “My thought exactly,” came Forrest’s voice, prompting heads to turn and see the disguised Beta werewolf walking in, with one other person by his side. “I never thought you two would actually show your faces here. Much less demand Christen to be returned to

When I tried to move my fingers, only one twitched weakly in response. A strangled sound tore out of my throat. “I know,” the nurse murmured quickly. “But just try to relax. You’ve been through… a lot.” Her face hovered into focus at last. She was young, eyes red as if she hadn’t slept. She checked the monitors rapidly, her movements practiced. “You were bitten by a mutated wolf,” she continued gently, as if explaining something ordinary. “There was a severe infection. Lots of blood loss, and your brain went into shock. Your nervous system took the brunt of it.”