Novel & Cerita The Pack Doctor

Maybe those files will give me some answers. Around 10 o'clock, I take a break from cleaning. Eager to meet my new patients, I have Lisa guide me through the clinic as she gives me a tour and introduces me to the rest of the staff. She informs me that the pack doctor is in charge of not just seeing patients but managing all 15 staff members, many of whom are medical interns working on their degrees in werewolf medicine. “It was a huge setback when the last doctor retired,” Lisa explains. “He wasn’t just our doctor, he was a mentor and teacher. Packs from all over the county send their young hopefuls here to train,” she beams, proud of her pack and its reputati

Finally, looking for a good minute, we were standing in front of the door that said 'Pack Doctor. "Doctor? Are you not well?" Rose asked. I just smiled at her and knocked on the wooden door. We stood outside for two minutes, and I knocked again. After a few seconds, I heard footsteps, and the door opened. Then our pack doctor Lilac poked her head out. She gasped when she saw me. "What do you need?" she asked. I showed her my throbbing hands and my head. She squinted her eyes at me and asked me to wait a minute. Then she walked back inside and came out after a few minutes with her doctor's robe on. I gave her a thankful smile.

“Yes? Are you a patient?” The gleam hiding behind her long bangs shone even bright after seeing the tall muscular man walking towards her. His tattoos were covered by his large coat, showing only a glimpse of it from his uncovered neck and nape. “I’m sorry. Your scent is quite unique yet familiar.” Diana showed her wound which was badly bandaged. Fixing his eyeglass, the pack doctor nodded. “Come in.” Compared to the Crescent Pack’s warm doctor, the Blood Claws Pack’s doctor lived up to the pack’s reputation—cold and distant.

She paced around the room with dismay written on her face and anguish and anger burning inside her heart for an abortive plan. "She will be conscious in a few minutes and when she wakes she will need assistance in almost everything and a standby Nur..." The pack doctor was still talking when Raymood shouted in rage. "Get out…!" The pack doctor immediately bent his head on the edge of the bed where he kept some of the things he came with, and began to pack them roughly and quickly into his pack after which he bowed his head and walked out of the room in a haste as though someone was after his life.

Her voice cracked as she spoke. “Doctor!” I roared. The wolf doctor was already shoving through the crowd. Luckily, we carried a pack doctor with us. We envisaged this happening. I expected someone to be hurt. I just didn’t expect it to be Natalie. I expected us to save Natalie and return to the pack happily. I didn’t expect whatever chaos we just went through. The doctor moved quickly. He carried his kit. His kit was filled with needles and herbs. The things he carried glinted under the helicopter lights.

Two Years Later *Tjeck* It’s Thursday, which means I have a new delivery of goods to manage. By ‘goods,’ I mean weapons and ammunition that we sell to other rogue packs. Each pack has its own way of surviving and making money. Since it’s virtually impossible to unload illegal shipments in the middle of Catrista’s upscale tourist district, I’ve got to pay Zombie a hefty sum each month for the privilege of using his harbor. The harbor is Zombie’s domain, the lifeblood of his pack’s finances. Only on Thursdays can I be there without the risk of getting shot or attacked.

We piled into the black sedan and Erik drove us to the pack clinic, which wasn’t far from where the jailhouse was. I hadn’t met the pack doctor yet, but I had heard good things about him. He’s been in charge of his own clinic for decades; he was also the most skilled doctor in the world. Which wasn’t surprising considering he was a doctor of the Crown pack. He was an older gentleman with a Son who will take over the clinic once he retires. His son currently works at the hospital but helps out at the clinic on occasion. “Dr. Scott,” Elliot greeted as we walked into the clinic. “I’m sure you already know why we are here.”

I'm the problem! The Doctor is a nice guy though. Apparently, he's the youngest pack doctor that this Pack ever had so that means he's better than the other pack doctors before him. “Would you like to try your luck by healing that patient's wound?” He asks when he notices that I'm observing him intently as he treats one of the patients. Ashamed that I've been caught, I quickly shake my head. “Oh, no. I'm so sorry for staring, it's just so fascinating, being able to treat and heal like that and all. And even if I want to, I don't have any ounce of treating magic in me.” I admit, which is true.

“Apologies for the interruption, my lord. But the doctor, Logan, is here to see you. He's outside and waiting.” “Oh,” I sat up, facing the elders. “I'll let you go ahead with what you need to do, my Fathers. Thank you for your time and don't forget to say me well to your wives and children.” They got on their feet, bowed, and walked away before I could face the guard. “Let the man in. Thank you.” In seconds, the gate shut, and in seconds, it opened again. The man, my doctor—the Pack's doctor walked in, holding the case he usually came with whenever he visited the pack. “Good morning, Logan. Such a great surprise although I expected you earlier than now.”

I looked up at the pack doctor, amazed at what was happening before my eyes, but his eyes were telling me something was gravely wrong. “We have to get him stitched up, and we have to get him awake.” The pack doctor then says as he rushes to get everything ready that he needed to stitch up Alpha Gunner’s wounds in a frenzy, making me begin to worry why he was acting this way, and if he knew who was responsible for poisoning him.