Novel & Cerita The Pack Doctor

“Alpha, another body’s been found. But this time, not on the same street. A different location altogether.” I stared at him for a second, anger and stress building behind my eyes. “I can’t deal with that right now. Not now. We’ll talk later. Just—handle it.” Roy gave a slow nod and left without another word. After he left another knock came. This time, it was the pack doctor. He stepped in with his bag in hand, flashing me his usual calm expression. “Doctor,” I exhaled. “I’m so glad you’re here.” He offered me a small smile. “Tell me everything.”

"Who changed my clothes?" "My doctor. Dr. Amelia Whitford. She's been our pack physician for twenty years. Completely trustworthy." He paused. "I stayed in the room the whole time though. Couldn't bear to be away from you even while you were being treated. I needed to see with my own eyes that you were breathing, that you were going to be okay." We made our way downstairs slowly. The Prescott Estate was beautiful. High ceilings, elegant furniture, large windows overlooking acres of forest. Everything was tasteful and expensive but somehow still felt warm and lived in.

As the Luna of the Silver Moon pack, the co-founder of this territory, I was "driven out" of my own land by a young she-wolf who'd barely finished her awakening. She hid behind my mate, Alpha Holton, and pointed the finger at me without a shred of shame. "This woman is almost thirty and her wolf spirit is still this weak. She dumps all the territory work on the Alpha. Keeping her around is just dead weight for the pack." Holton heard every word. Not only did he not shut her down, he actually let out a quiet laugh. "She's new. Doesn't know the rules yet. Don't take it personally." I looked at him. "She's been a full member of Silver Moon for six months now." Holton's face darkened. "Irene, do

I almost greeted him as I would normally do, but I stopped when I remembered that this world wasn’t the same as my world. “How are you feeling today?” Zac moved toward me. My brows slanted as I took in his appearance. Zac was wearing a white lab coat and holding a clipboard. He also didn’t seem concerned about Tristan being in the room. “Who are you?” I pretended not to know him. “Forgive my rudeness. I guess you wouldn’t know me since you were unconscious when you arrived.” Zac smiled politely. “I am the Pack doctor, but you may call me Zac.” His eyes moved to Tristan. “I see you have already met my assistant Tristan.”

He gestured with a hand and then closed the fingers into a fist, before bringing it down to his lap. “We could not tell you about us,” he tried again. “Five years ago. It was my job to…” He closed his eyes and drew in a breath through his nose, picking his words as carefully as walking black ice. “To convince the pack that you were not a risk. Every time that I thought that I had made progress, you would pull the rug out from under me. I was young, hot headed, headstrong and… And I was scared,” he admitted. “Of what would happen if I failed to the Triquetra, of what bringing a human into the pack would mean…”

His hand grabbed the intercom off the table and pressed a number on speed dial. “Come to my office,” he muttered to the mysterious one and hung up. A knock came on the door and the pack doctor, Dr. Jake walked in. He is a young man who had just joined our pack a few months ago. It was even more embarrassing for me to be examined by someone like him. “You are the new doctor?” Alpha pinned him under his scrutinizing gaze. “Yes, Alpha.” Dr. Jake bowed down in respect in front of him and then straightened. His face remained emotionless and plain, waiting for the alpha’s orders.

the Pack doctor adds clearly moved by the wounds she has seen on some of the pups. “When they are up to it Alpha Lucas and I will want to thank each one personally,” I murmur to the Pack doctor. She nods to us, before going back to her patients. I walk around the Pack members speaking softly to them, promising that Alpha Lucas would be back on his feet tomorrow morning and he looked forward to speaking with every pup.

“After the funeral, we will collect Aislen and bring her back here.” “Collect Aislen,” Rhett repeated pulling a face. “Because she’s going to stand nicely on her porch with her suitcase ready to go,” he added sarcastically. Heath turned and took a brown paper bag off the counter setting it onto the counter in front of Rhett. “What’s this?” Rhett recognized the chemist brand on the bag – the pack’s chemist, who specialized in altering medication to suit werewolf constitutions. “Chloroform,” Heath said softly. Rhett did not have to ask how Heath had convinced the chemist to dispense chloroform – there was a general rule that the pack’s chemist wouldn’t ask questions and would just give what wa

I walk back downstairs and Natalie is waiting for me. The pack doctor is waiting for you. He said he has to examine you to make sure it's nothing more than the mate bond. Natalie says So I still have to go through what I normally go through when I have a doctors appointment? I ask Basically yes but it's for your own good. She says We walk into the pack clinic and right away they take me back. Natalie stays back and waits in the waiting room. The pack doctor looked to be in his late fourty's. He was tall and thin with brown hair. He had gray hair starting to come in and he had some wrinkles.

I had to get her to the pack doctor, to someone who could help her. As we arrived, a flurry of activity surrounded us. The pack doctor took charge, his experienced hands swiftly assessing her condition. I watched anxiously, my heart pounding, as he worked tirelessly to revive her. The uncertainty gnawed at me, filling the air with a heavy sense of unease.