The Pact Book Three Doctors Novels & Stories

“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.”

Doc Martha answered. "You're the only doctor that we consult for everything about health and she's your niece," Nate said. "What is this all about? Suddenly, I am worried," Doc Martha told him. Nate went back to his senses realizing he caused another person to worry. Doc Martha is close to both of them and she will be one of their principal sponsors in their wedding. "I'm sorry, Doc Martha. I didn't mean to make you worry. It's just that Nina is suddenly acting differently," he confided.

She was supportive. My phone buzzed at a red light. **JACKSON: How did it go? Should I flee the country?** **ME: You're safe. She's lovely.** **JACKSON: What did you talk about?** **ME: Girl stuff. Nothing important.** The lie tasted wrong. But Caroline was right. This was between me and Jackson. I parked. Went inside. Opened my laptop. Found the document titled "The Holidate Pact." Scrolled to my note from yesterday. Added more.

Since the last dissolution of the senior council, the once-orderly rhythm of the Pact’s inner sanctum had collapsed into soft chaos maps unmarked, archives untouched, corridors echoing with steps no one followed. But in the northeast vault, behind a row of scrollcases warped by age, Ari found it. A journal. Not scribed, but handwritten with ink stained by travel and water damage. The binding bore a single initial: M. Mira Hale. Ari ran her fingers over the leather cover. It didn’t hum like enchanted texts. It didn’t pulse or resist. It simply waited. She opened to the first page. “If the Pact lasts longer than its usefulness, it must be undone. Not with fire. With silence. With questions.”

he says with some documents in his hands containing information about the said doctor I look up at him with a little smile in my face “Let me see” I say to him as he hands me the documents he was with when he came in While going through the documents, he begins to explain “ Her name is Doctor Lena Everhart, she's currently staying in the crescent pack, she's the doctor who cured and saved the Nightwalker pack when a deadly disease befell them, she currently is running a single mothers foundation, encouraging single mother, she… “ I cut him short and didn't let him finish

“You're young, how good could your skills really be? “I'm not like some gullible fool who would be tricked by your vague statements. “Even if what you're saying is true, so what? “With my connections and wealth, what specialist couldn't I hire? Let me tell you, I've already contacted one of the three greatest doctors of the West State, Holfman Wright. He is on his way to Riverbank City. “His skills are legendary. He can bring people back from the brink of death. What illness can't he cure? “So, you can stop dreaming of threatening me to kneel and apologize!” Holfman Wright, Leo Notthingham, and Xavier Hardy were known as the three medical legends of the West State. Each of them was a master

the doctor rubs the bridge of his nose, looking at Tanya with a serious look on his face. The doctor opens the bottle of pills and put the pills in another container, only leaving 3 pills on it before giving it to Tanya. “Yes…” Tanya quietly responds to him, taking the bottle of pills with three pills inside. “Thank you” Tanya thanks the doctor before turning around, was about to turn the doorknob when she remembers something. “Don’t tell anyone about this, especially Natasha and Kayla” Tanya’s voice suddenly turns cold, and look at the doctor with a threatening look on her face.

This was something else entirely. "You called, Mr. Theodore?" she asked cautiously. He didn’t turn to face her. "Find me three more doctors. Not from here. Get specialists from outside the country—trusted ones. People who have handled cases like this before and succeeded." His voice was steady, but there was an edge to it, sharp enough to cut. Miranda nodded. "Understood." She turned to leave but hesitated. The weight of Dr. Patterson’s words lingered in her mind. She had to ask.

She just tilted her chin and said to Farrah, “Dr. Lee, the sharp-shooter of the team, Patrick.” “Patrick, this is Dr. Lee. She’ll be a temporary member of our group in our incoming mission. She’s a Level-3 Healer.” The stinky face of the man finally eased. He put down the dumbbell on his other hand and extended it to Farrah. “Nice to meet you, Dr. Lee. Happy cooperation.” Said Patrick, followed by a hearty wink. Farrah awkwardly smiled back, couldn’t get used to the fast reversal of the man’s expressions. “Happy cooperation.”

Damn, is this the mafia life and the reason why Dr Patrick doesn't want to get into it even though he's part of the family? *******