The Pack's Doctor Novels & Stories

He enjoyed his peace and solitude. Doctor Tim was not a native of the Mountain Pack. He came from a pack that was a bit far from the Mountain Pack, it was a pack called the Cure Pack. From its name, it was a werewolf pack filled with doctors and physicians. The pack had a long history of dealing with medicine and studying medicine. The pack was also nicknamed ‘the healing sanctuary’. It was given this name for many reasons. Many werewolf packs from different places would bring their sick there for healing if they needed help. Payment varied.

Constance smiled as she walked out the door, closing it behind her. I looked at Dante, “At least they’re being thorough?” I shrugged. Dante didn’t say anything but nodded. After a few moments, the pack doctor came in. “Good afternoon Alpha, Luna! I heard you had a rough start Luna, are you feeling better now?” “Uh…y-yes. Just a bit nervous is all now,” I smiled. “I am Doctor Hank, the head Pack Doctor here, it’s so very nice to finally meet you Luna!” I smiled, secretly a little relieved he made an honest and kind introduction. It made me feel much more comfortable with everything going on.

”I sighed in relief,shortly after the truck drove out of the mansion. My phone beeped,it was the pack doctor,I reluctantly took my phone to check the message. “Alpha,I'm sorry to have disturbed your sleep,I have something important to discuss with you,I will be in the mansion in the next ten minutes.” What discussion does the pack doctor want to say that he couldn't wait?,I thought of it, before exiting the room to my office, shortly after he arrived. Good morning doctor. I'm sorry Alpha to disturb your rest,I just can't keep this to myself,he sounded worried, crossing fingers together.

The last thing my pack needed right now was a weak Luna. "Inform them they are free to move to the pack house if they feel unsafe going back to their homes. Everything will be provided for them." I told her and she nodded before walking off. "It isn't your fault Luna." Doctor Kyle, the head pack doctor, said as he approached me. Kyle was an elderly man who used more herbs for his treatments, he had been the pack doctor ever since I was a little child and he was almost like a father to me. "That's debatable. Anything I can help with?" I asked, changing the subject.

I saw a horrible bite along the back of Hunter’s shoulders. However, to their credit, there was a jagged wound on the NightHunter Alpha. Vanquish was snarling through lips coated in thick red. He wounded the NightHunter. I gave an attack howl. A long, low sound. Everything paused outside as they cast me a stunned look. I didn’t have time to realize in that moment that I’d just signaled the pack as an Alpha would. They looked to Draven who gave a nod. Sending his pack into motion. Everyone was a blur of violence.

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 to her?”

“You said that Harry was injured?” “Mmm,” Talen nodded slowly. “They have not yet regained consciousness and from what Meguitte said, might not survive.” “Shit, Talen. Who did this?” “These men,” Talen laid his phone onto the counter between them and began to scroll through the images of dead bodies. “Do you know them?” “Yes,” Heath was shocked. “I know most of them, maybe not personally, but they’re pack. Are you… Are you saying that the pack did this?” His eyes widened as he considered the implications of that. “Talen. Have we lost Havermouth?”

Talen and Heath were tense, intently watching the 4WD ahead of them as Leighton rolled down his window and spoke with the guards. “His charm is obviously still working,” Talen observed as the spike-strip was withdrawn and they were waved through. He ambled the ambulance past the guards. “Just not on me, apparently,” Heath replied. “Put pressure on here,” Helena instructed Greg. “Alright, I have it in. Hook this to the IV… Yes, like that, perfect. You’re quite a good nurse,” she added. “Who are you again? You’re not from our pack.” “Point Crest,” Greg replied. “Greg Whitlock. Leader of the Point Crest Triquetra.”

she asks him. “I was not,” he growls. “But it explains a lot.” “Did Stellan have access to the pack hospital?” my mother asks. “No. He would have no reason to be here and I don’t allow just anyone to wander around my hospital,” he says. “That’s good to know. You and I will get along well, doctor,” my mother says, smiling up at him. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Dr. Hill. It would be my honor to work with you while your mate is here helping to manage our pack,” he says.

I stopped dead in my tracks when someone stood in my way and I almost collided into his chest;" I am Packdoctor Adam. Sorry I wanted to have a talk with you. " I looked up at him more carefully now and noticed he was a young doctor with a striking figure, chiseled features and piercing blue eyes. His hair was neatly combed and his mustache was trimmed to perfection. He wore a crisp white coat over his tailored suit, exuding an air of professionalism and confidence. He had extended his hand for me to shake which I hesitantly took. "Is it about the maid? " I nervously asked him. "Yes, actually. Can you please walk with me to the pack hospital? " He smiled.