The Pack's Doctor Novels & Stories

"Because I was trying to make amendments to the different laws I think aren't benefiting their pack, those alphas are selfish and only think about themselves." "Well jack I understand how you feel, you have to keep fighting for the good of the pack, those people need you," He kissed my cheek still holding my hand, then turned to the door. "Alpha jack," The pack doctor called walking into the room. He was the pack doctor of our pack, very experienced in his field, and has been working for our pack since I was a little girl. He was a small short man for a werewolf, with a very thick long hair.

I’m so glad that we have gotten to know each other and that we have finally become friends. The Pack Doctor couldn’t meet our eyes as he took a step back. I became anxious knowing that face meant that something was wrong. “I-I’ve never seen something like this,” the Pack Doctor blurted out with fear in his eyes. Nova’s brows furrowed. He is the Pack’s best doctor, he should know this kind of thing. “I’ve studied all kinds of diseases and medicines, but I’ve never seen anything like this,” the Pack Doctor continued, adding to my fears.

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.

“I’m putting my pack at risk by telling you this, but if you really do have my pack members, I want them back. We’ve just returned from attacking Alpha Brady. Him and his fucking booby traps…” Now it’s my turn to sit back. “So your pack is need of medical attention,” I say, my eyes drifting in the direction of the pack hospital. “And I have no doctor," he says.

"I was careful, I tried to protect my stomach during the fight, but I don't know for sure." Behind him, Orion came through the door and Sarah was already moving toward him, and I saw him catch her in his arms, holding her like she was the most precious thing in the world. But what made my breath catch was the man following them, carrying a medical bag, someone I recognized from the pack. Dr. Chen, our pack's doctor. My eyes went back to Tristan. "You brought a doctor." "Of course I brought a doctor," he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

He throws his hands up in the air, gesturing to me to continue. “So, I am a Pack doctor, but I am also training to be a human doctor,” I rush out. They all stare and then all three start talking at the same time, “What the hell for?”, “Why?”, “How?” they ask. The questions are coming so fast I can hardly keep up. Putting a hand up, “What?” I say needing some clarity in whose question to answer first.

I felt embarrassed because if Almera didn't tell me, I didn't even take a chance to think about it. I went to the pack hospital after I practiced. I saw the doctor, who checked me when I was here in the hospital. He was checking patients when he saw me. I waited for him to get done for his patients, and I understood that there were a lot of pack members who needed to have emergency aid while I was planning to know what's the truth. After thirty minutes, the doctor cleared his throat, and I followed him to his office. His face was too calm, and I hoped that it wouldn't take so long because Alpha Brandon might be in the pack right now.

"I will ask Agatha first and tell her about this. I will bring her to your house immediately." The doctor nodded in agreement, then bowed her head politely before leaving Chris' house. In Blood Moon Pack, the werewolf who worked as a doctor indeed made his home area a clinic or a place of medical treatment for the pack people. And the number of doctors in the Blood Moon Pack was three, including the doctor who had just checked Agatha and the doctor who had checked Agatha two weeks ago as well. "Chris, what were you talking to the doctor about? What took you so long?" Agatha asked as soon as Chris walked back into the room.

“Brought here for treatment, most beyond the abilities of this facility from the looks of it.” There were no human civilian doctors in scrubs or plain clothes. The room was entirely filled with Van Helsing corpses. A Van Helsing soldier was propped against the wall nearest to the door, his face a mess of bone and meat, the gun still propped under his chin. His leg was bandaged.