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By the time they prepared to leave, my initial tension had eased somewhat, though Alex's revelation about Liam dating continued to throb like an exposed nerve. At the door, Beth embraced me again, holding me longer this time. "Promise me you'll eat the meals I brought," she whispered. "All of them." I nodded against the older woman's shoulder. "I promise." "And call Dr. Winters," Alex added, handing me a business card. "She specializes in wolf health issues, including mate bonds. She can consult by phone if you're not ready to come back to Fireside." I took the card, tucking it into my pocket. "Thank you both. For everything."

“It's going to be okay, Charlie, I promise. Morgan whispered into Charlie's hair as they both sat in the emergency waiting room at the nearest veterinary hospital, even though he knew he couldn't guarantee that to Charlie. Nothing about the situation made much sense: Sawyer had been fine that morning, when Charlie had left for class and now, suddenly, he needed to be seen in the ER. He wasn't a veterinarian, but disease could be just as unpredictable in animals as it was in humans. But still... Something told him that something was wrong.

I mumbled. Jasper placed his hands on my shoulder. "It's okay. I spoke to a guy I know at this Vet clinic," he disclosed. "The name of the clinic is Paws and Cares Veterinary Clinic. It's situated on Lombard Street, opposite Serene Haven Psychiatric Center. Try to check in with them tomorrow." I was amazed that he had already contacted people regarding my issue. "Thank you," I whispered. "When you get there, ask for a guy named Frank. He'll put you through all you need. "

I provide the basic services like electric and hot water showers and a commercial refrigerator where you can keep your food and the gas range to cook it on. Steve looked at me with a serious look before he asked, "That's two fifty a week plus room and board with grain and hay for my horse, is that correct?" I agreed with him and said, "Our vet is Doc Johnson and he does all the work on our horses. If you need him for your horse, that bill is on you. All we'll do is call him for you." "Remember, all that is dependent on what your references tell me. I can go in and call a couple of them if you want so we can solidify what I've told you, if you want to wait."

"Can we go see them? Pretty please, Marybeth? Can we go? Can I pet them? Are we allowed to pet them? Uncle Benji said they also have a pond with lots of ducks. I want to see the pond!" "Orly!" Austin said sharply. "Give Marybeth a chance to breathe." Orlando began to protest, but before Austin could scold her, Dr Sawyer stepped in, addressing him and the others, "Please, give us a moment? I'd like to check Marybeth's vitals." "But you're not a real doctor," Austin pointed out, his frown deepening the longer he stared at Dr Sawyer. "Didn't you say the real doctor is with a patient?" "I'm not sure what you mean by 'real doctor', Mr Hawthorne. Yes, I'm a psychiatrist, but I assure you, I'm more

Lucy’s POV “Here. Put him right on my table.” The old vet gave Adam and my cousins a curious look as we came through the doors of his clinic, all the lights out except for ones coming from the back halls and his operating room. “Maybe I missed some silver or something. He was rightfully banged up at the rental I met you at.” “You must be Doctor Wilston; I’m Jason, the one who first contacted you.” Jason held out a hand to shake the Doctor’s hand.