The Pack Doctor Novels & Stories

So we proceeded with it. Weeks after weeks, my practice made Titus completely healed. Any traces of the venom inside his body was eradicated. Once I learned how to do it properly, I helped all the patients and became the unofficial pack doctor for a while. Until Titus brought Bert, the rogue doctor who helped him against Benjamin. He then became our official pack doctor.

but he should have told us this huge secret, maybe i wouldn't be feeling like a fool right now. I walked towards Angus and placed my hand on his shoulder.he needed someone to console him before he freaks out. " She will be fine" I assured him.he pulled me in a tight hug and i patted his back . The pack doctor came out of the room,her face didn't look sad or remorseful, she was smiling, the pack doctor was a woman with brown hair and brown eyes just like Mica's, but her's was longer than Mica's, she was wearing a white top tank and a red trouser under it.

Constance smiled as she walked out the door, closing it behind her. I looked at Dante, “At least they’re being thorough?” I shrugged. Dante didn’t say anything but nodded. After a few moments, the pack doctor came in. “Good afternoon Alpha, Luna! I heard you had a rough start Luna, are you feeling better now?” “Uh…y-yes. Just a bit nervous is all now,” I smiled. “I am Doctor Hank, the head Pack Doctor here, it’s so very nice to finally meet you Luna!” I smiled, secretly a little relieved he made an honest and kind introduction. It made me feel much more comfortable with everything going on.

I questioned, cocking my head to the side. His eyes widened, and he gripped the handle of his bag. “Yes, Alpha, you can trust me.” He rushed out, bowing his head. “I’d rather not trust you, but you can trust that I will gouge out your eyes and feed them to your family if you run your mouth.” I deadpanned. The pack doctor nodded frantically, visibly fidgeting as he responded. “Yes, Alpha.” “Good. Thank you for your services.” I offered a polite smile, which probably made me look deranged to him.

I was determined to make it one that my pack would never forget. The Pack doctor was a middle-aged man with a friendly face. He had salt and pepper hair, and a well-groomed beard. He was tall and broad-shouldered, with a confident and authoritative presence. He was wearing a white lab coat over a button-up shirt and dress pants. He carried a black leather medical bag with him, which I knew was filled with all the necessary medical equipment and supplies he needed to treat my pack members. The doctor had a warm smile and a kind demeanor, and I trusted him completely to take care of the medical needs of my pack. He greeted me immediately he entered the room. I n

the pack doctor asks. "It is Kate; she passed out. Alpha Erick needs you to come to the house right now," I say to him. The pack doctor goes back into the house and grabs his bag. He comes back out, bag in hand, and jumps into the truck with me. We drive back to the house as fast as I can make the old truck go. When we pull up, he jumps out and goes into the house to see what is happening with Kate. I go into the house. The pack doctor is in the room with Erick and Kate. John and Trip come to see what is going on with her. "Anything yet?" John asks.

I generally don’t like hospitals but I’ve been doing this long enough to tolerate it. I walked into the hospital with my people and the team of doctors were waiting to receive me. We make small talk before we moved to the wards where the people are being kept. I have fourteen new pack members and I have to see that they are all taken care of properly before they are merged with the remaining pack members. we need to prevent a pandemic from breaking out. “My Alpha, I would love to see you in private.” My favourite pack doctor called out and I excused myself from the rest of the train before walking into her office with her. Whatever she wanted to tell me had better be very important.

I ask as she sits down with a tray of various medical tools. There's mirth in her eyes as she glances at me through her glasses, "I'll let that slide since you know diddly-squat about pack life." Injecting my shin with some kind of pain killer, she begins to thread her needle, "I'm the pack's Healer. We have a pack doctor but he's delivering a baby right now. Which means I'm on clinic duty." I nod but I really have no idea what the difference was. She sews my leg back up in silence while I study the room around us. There are anatomical diagrams of both humans and wolves, and jars of herbs and candles lining the countertops.

“There’s something I need to show you.” Alice frowned as Mira pulled out a small, leather-bound book, its edges worn and stained. She handed it to Alice, her fingers brushing hers—warm, too warm. “My family’s kept this for years. It’s… history. About the packs.” Alice opened it, her hands shaky. The pages were old, filled with cramped writing and strange symbols—circles, crescents, claws. One word jumped out: Hybrid. Her stomach twisted as she read a line: Born of man and moon, the one who carries both bloods shall break or bind the packs.

Zeta Jamie said to him. “What’s happening?” Richard asked him. The pack doctor sighed. “Believe me, I am trying my best,” “Your best isn’t good enough!” Richard raised his voice. I held his arm. “Calm down, dear,” I tried to soothe him. “I’ve not seen any case like this in all of my years practicing medicine. I’m unable to trace this disease that has afflicted the alpha. Though, I’m giving him all the medications I know,” the pack doctor replied.