Owen Hunt Grey's Anatomy Novels & Stories

ELENA’s POV I am dressed in scrubs and brought into the operation theatre. Hunter lays in the middle of the room, and I hear the horrific beeping of the heart rate monitor. The beeping does not sound good. My eyes dart back and forth between the doctor who led me in and another few surgeons who are frantically trying to save Hunter. An old woman whom I had not noticed before steps out from the shadows. Instantly I know she is no ordinary woman. She is the pack’s witch doctor.

*** Owen POV I take a deep breath and run my hand through my hair while I stare at the empty doorway. Guilt washes over me as I take a deep breath. He is already putting the pieces together. It won’t be long now before he figures everything out. My only saving grace is that his wolf has completely shut down and isn’t saying anything.

Upon explaining his intentions, the nurse directed Grey to the hospital director, who also served as a doctor there. Dr. Amora Cristine was a young doctor who had achieved the remarkable feat of becoming the hospital director. Grey found a room with a simple yet elegant ambiance as he entered her office. Light blue walls blended with white, creating a serene atmosphere. When the hospital director looked up and glanced at Grey, her eyes widened for a moment before narrowing. She promptly stood up, revealing a beautiful brown-haired woman with a wide smile. "Mr. Grey? Grey Reed?" Amora appeared surprised, confirming his name with great curiosity.

I mumble, rubbing my stomach. “Oh sorry.” She kisses my cheek running off saying something about getting home before her son wakes up. I spot the chief of Ophamathology — Hunter Green — walking down the hallway. I grab my charts running after him. He is everything I want to be, everything I dream of when I fall asleep. “Uh, Dr.Hunter can I spare a moment of your time?” I ask, panting for air. He stops, turning to face me. “Uh, sure.” His glasses fall on the rim of his nose, a white coat covering his body.

"It was too hot there. I felt my fur burning, but still, I kept going. I finally found Owen, but he was taking deep breaths and he had a lot of wounds on his whole body. He looked as if someone tortured him a lot. His wounds were not healing on their own; he was having trouble breathing. Though the majority of the things had already burned there, and even the scents were also unrecognizable because of the smoke, but the smell of wolfsbane and silver was still present in the house. That was the doing of the hunters, that's why I hate hunters from the core of my heart." "I tried to take him out with me, and after a lot of burns on my body, I succeeded, but he was too weak that when we finally

It didn't sound out of the realm of possibility, but Gabriella wasn't willing to spend too much time thinking about it. Just then, a nurse slipped out from the operating room, wearing a grim expression. "The patient is suffering from excessive bleeding, but we don't have enough blood. Do any of you have Type O blood? Please help us save the patient." Owen's friends looked at each other. None of them had Type O blood, so they stayed silent. Only Owen had Type O blood among them. He immediately removed his jacket and changed into a patient gown. He then followed the nurse into the operating room.

"If I ever have to leave for work and it's just you and Grandma, you need to know how to take care of yourself." Owen's voice came out small and hoarse. "If I learn all of it... are you gonna leave and never come back... like Mom?" Danny didn't answer. Instead, he kept teaching Owen how to make simple meals. Whenever he had time, Danny went to the reservoir where I used to recover bodies. He listened as Mr. Duncan talked about the parts of me Danny had never known. "Wrenn was fearless. First body I ever pulled out, I puked for days. That girl didn't say a word. Didn't even flinch. Shocked an old guy like me. She was the best forensic sketch artist I'd ever seen. Such a damn shame..."

However, he was unsure that he would be able to protect the others, including Crystal. "No way... I can't do that." Owen said softly before raising his voice. "I can't just leave when we have come so far!" Xolvion knew how he must feel, but he also knew that he and Gwen would die if they went any further. Suddenly an arrow flew through the air and hit Owen in the shoulder, ripping straight through his leather armour and piercing out of the front of his chest. "ARGH!! Gwen cried out as the pain set in causing him to fall to his knees.

“Dr. Owens, I don’t want Britt to die so tell me the truth. How bad is this?” Dr. Owen does her exam and shakes her head. “Wake this patient up and get her to recovery. The wounds are healing fine for someone without a wolf. Thank you Alpha for saving Claire. She is allergic to most anesthesia, it’s noted in her chart. I tried to tell Cowen but he said Lady Britt was more important than an Omega.” I mindlink Patrick. Me-Find out everything on Dr. Cowen after you lock him up in sliver. I want him hanging from the ceiling when I get down there tomorrow. Nurse Eve too.

When he heard Sawyer's question, he was also stunned. "Well... Beau's wife should know it better if there's a mole on his body." Sawyer glared at Owen and said, "Do you mean that it's not Mr. Valentine lying there? Can you tell who he is?" Owen took the medicine chest and said, "Although I'm not a medical examiner, I do know how to do an autopsy." "I have professional tools here. Do you want me to do it?" Sawyer was about to refuse, but Eliza calmed down.