Novel & Cerita The Pack Doctor

Who wouldn’t linger? Then I saw her, Pack Doctor Patricia, standing proudly in her crisp medical uniform, first aid kit in hand. The sight of her pulled at old memories I thought I’d buried. She was the one who used to take care of me when I was always sick. The one who brought candies to soften bitter medicine. The one who promised I’d find my strength someday… even when everyone thought I was cursed. Her warm smile hadn’t changed, though the bun on her head was neat and elegant now, making her look even more professional.

“When has it ever been anything else?” The pack doctor is a former shaman, a witch of the old order who left the council after an affair with a wolf and a pyromaniac. She lives in the hollowed trunk of an ancient sycamore, her “office” stinking of sage and antiseptic and wolf musk. Elena has been here before, but never as supplicant. She brings all three alphas, the doctor’s orders. Bloodlines must be kept, even in the chaos of their reign; paternity will matter to someone, eventually.

I watch as Luna Yara takes Tracker and Wendy back to see Raptor. When Alpha Quirin turns back, he looks at Vivienne in my arms. I give him a look to make sure he knows that I expect him to get Vivienne in to see a doctor. He nods slightly acknowledging that he will before walking back over to talk to the rest of his pack members. “Why don’t we go sit down,” I say. She nods, still pressing her body against mine. I’d prefer to pick her up, but I’m still not sure just how serious her injuries are.

After a while the pain stopped and the feeling of numbness came back. I contacted every ally I had if they knew anything about a Doctor Parker. I found out he lived in the Sage Mountain pack, but had previously belonged to another pack. He had worked at a doctor there, but had done experiments on patients in secret. When the Alpha found out he tried to punish Doctor Parker, but by then Parker had already left. He had no family or mate, Parker’s mate had rejected him after noticing some odd behavior.

ETHAN Three hours. I spent the past three hours with Blacktree’s pack doctor. It was damn near impossible to keep my mouth shut during the entire meeting because every few words truly showed his incompetence. Pack doctors were tasked with ensuring their pack remained healthy and physically taken care of. They needed a certain level of intelligence, and he sure as fuck failed to hit the mark. I was not sure how he became the pack doctor at all. I was fairly certain that I could do his job better than him even though I had no formal medical training. Shifters did not often get sick, but pack doctors still needed to be knowledgeable enough to handle that as well

I was distracted by the reflex of holding the broken hand, and almost widened my eyes when I realized I had injured our pack's doctor. I froze as I let go of his hand. “You can leave now; I'll talk to you about my health and the pack's overall health reports in my office tomorrow,” I told him, forcing him to stand up. ……. “Alpha, the pack doctor is outside your office for health reports,” one of my men said over the mind link. “Let him in,” I said, closing the folder I was looking through. I rubbed my sinuses gently, taking care not to touch my wounds.

He relaxed against me eventually, and we sat in silence for an indeterminable amount of time before my mum returned with the doctor. “How are you feeling?” She asked kindly. Our pack doctor was a young woman, said to have been descended from the great Spirit Warrior’s healer. She had natural, darker blonde hair pulled loosely back in a low ponytail, and bright pink lips that always seemed to be smiling. She had blue-grey eyes, which looked old and wise beyond their years.

I'm in the pack hospital. I need to leave before the Alpha finds me outside the dungeon. I try to get up but I can barely move my body. Every move causes excruciating pain. I start to panic, making the beeps in the room become faster. Oh, I'm hooked up to a bunch of machines. I try to figure out how to unhook them so no one hears the noises. Too late, I hear people in the hallway getting closer. I try to sit up. I need to ignore the pain. I have to escape. I slowly slide off the side of the bed. My legs are wobbly. The tubes and wires sticking out of me preventing me from getting too far. The door opens and the pack doctor comes in with a nurse. The doctor is

Three heads turn toward the noise as the handle turns and the door slowly opens. The pack doctor, James, walks in but isn’t dressed like a typical doctor with a white coat. I’ve seen him a few times but I still expect to see someone that resembles a doctor not someone who looks a few older than myself. He’s wearing black Nike joggers and a long sleeve fitted shirt. Blonde hair, gray eyes, and a slanted smile. Two nurses follow him in dragging a large machine with them.

Ackerly, with a knowing gaze, kept his lips sealed, refusing to divulge any information to her. The Pack Doctor asked about his mate, but he remained tight-lipped, withholding not only his name but any other pertinent details. The Doctor sat in his dimly lit room, her eyes fixed on the man before her. She posed a series of questions, but not all of them were met with a response. "I shall pay you a visit tomorrow, once I have completed my final examination of your condition. It is imperative that you take some time to recuperate," despite her advanced age, the Doctor exudes a wisdom that belies her years.