Novel & Cerita The Pack Doctor

It was the Pack Doctor who covered up for Celia’s lies and took blood from her even though he knew that Celia was faking her sickness. He is almost unrecognizable as he sleeps on the cold hard floor. His body is beaten and bruised, he is in such an awful tormented state. Lorcan raised his hand a secret signal for his warriors. One warrior came forward and threw a pail of cold water to the Pack Doctor, jolting him awake. “A-Alpha,” The Pack Doctor’s hoarse voice trembled slightly when he woke up and saw Lorcan. The Pack Doctor froze, his eyes widened as he looked at

Hrolf muttered out to him again, this time nodding at him not to stand up The man relaxed his back, placing it gently on top of the bed that he was lying on "Alphaaaa Hrolf," the pack doctor was amazed when he saw that he was indeed the one. He had taken it as a bluff because he knew that there was no way that Hrolf would be here. " Come with me," he said to the pack doctor, who ran quickly after him. "With your equipment" he added when he glanced behind him and saw that the doctor wasn't holding anything "Oh okay Alpha Hrolf, I will be back, just a second is all that I will take,'' he answered Hrolf who nodded at him.

The pack doctor, a middle-aged man was standing beside his head side, looking down and not doing anything productive. “ Why are you not taking it out? ” I whispered, catching the attention of the Alpha and the Luna. “ It’s tricky. ” The pack doctor shot me a look from over his thick-rimmed glasses. The only good thing about this whole situation was Striker’s slow heartbeat and soft breaths. I didn’t know what I would do if I didn’t have this comfort either. “ What—What’s tricky about it? ” I stepped forth on my wobbly legs and came to stop beside the doctor.

It would be a special occasion so the alpha doesn't trust me with doing all that because he knew that I tends to make mistakes whenever I'm nervous and that's exactly what would happen. I had heard it from people in the pack saying that the Alpha's mate must be a daughter of powerful beta's and alpha. Franklin was the name of the alpha of this pack. He was filled with mischief and he had been trying to find ways to eliminate me but I was very lucky to trend through all the obstacles he created. I was always happy that I had no reason to find a cause of alarm. Franklin was the spite image of his father. He became the Alpha of the pack when he was eighteen years old.

The contents of the folder were sufficient motivation for the pack to kill Patrick Carter, but that would require the pack knowing that the humans were collecting the evidence that rested under Heath’s palm, and surely, he would have heard if it were so – Charlie would not have been able to resist the urge to rub it in his face that the pack was having to clean up behind Heath and the Triquetra. “I will ask August and Abigail to make sure that the pack wasn’t involved,” it would give him an opening to raise it with the pack. He might not be able to provide the paperwork and the accurate list of names, but he could, at least, warn them. “But… I’m sure we would have heard. They would have warn

I held her hand gently and leaned in to kiss her forehead. "It's going to be alright, Veronica. The pack doctor will take good care of you. We'll figure out what's wrong and make you feel better," I reassured her, my voice filled with determination. Just then, the pack doctor arrived, his white coat flapping behind him as he rushed into the room. He was an older werewolf, wise, and experienced in healing pack members. I trusted him completely. "What seems to be the problem, your majesty?" he asked, concern etched on his face.

"Damn these secrets' ' I cursed out loud, everyone seemed to have a secret that they didn't want the other to know. First, it was my father, now me, and then my mother. Sighing, I turned to the door to see the pack doctor walk in, a huge bulky file in his arms. "Finally" I gazed at him, as his gaze met the tile. Not wanting to gaze at me. "What took you so long?" I demanded an answer, if he still wanted to be the pack doctor, somehow he had to show it but his recent attitude didn't. I didn't pay him millions for him to act in such a manner. "Sorry, Alpha Sebastian" he apologized before approaching the table and placing a file ge

I replied “There’s a pack not too far from here. They have a good doctor. We should take her there.” Without wasting time, we ran toward the border, heading to the nearest pack. — It took us a while, but we finally reached the pack’s territory. I knocked on the gate, hoping someone would answer. A guard appeared, eyeing us suspiciously. “Who are you, and what do you want?” “We need help,” I said quickly. “She’s not breathing properly. She needs a doctor.” The guard frowned but nodded. “Wait here.” A few minutes later, another man arrived. He looked older, maybe in his fifties. He had sharp eyes and a firm posture. “I’m the pack doctor,” he said. “What happened

The pack doctor was organizing free medical care for old wolves that couldn’t get proper treatment because of the lock down. I fit myself into the crowd and followed it slowly until I can to the top. “Pack doctor Leo.” I spoke in a hoarse, shaking tone. “Am I dying?” “Lets not be quick to conclude. We need to be have you looked at first.” He said calmly, leading me into that giant tent. He helped me sit down on a soft blue wrapped bed. He turned his back on me and went around the room, picking up some medicinal tools to check what was wrong with me.

Danica's POV From being the wolfless outcast who doesn't know her place and butts into an operation where her help wasn't appreciated, to being an official doctor on trial at the pack's royal clinic. Everything happened so fast, I barely had anytime to process it. Just less than an hour ago, I was apologizing endlessly to a doctor who apparently had more experience than I do, even after getting slapped. And here I am now, assuring Alexander that I wouldn't let him down in the one-week trial. Just a week ago, I was still sneaking in and out of the woods to treat patients who barely escaped rogue attacks or those that got trapped in the cunning traps.