The Surgeon Leslie Wolfe Novels & Stories

"What we just saw is classified medical information about Miss Hart's condition. Anyone who speaks about this outside this room will be terminated immediately. Are we clear?" Everyone nodded, too shocked to argue. "Mary, with me. Now." Dr. Stevens grabbed my arm and pulled me from the emergency room into a private office. He closed the door and turned to face me. "What are you?" "I'm just an intern." "Don't lie to me. I've been a doctor for thirty years. I've seen a lot of things. But I've never seen anyone heal wounds with glowing hands through touch alone. That's not normal wolf healing. That's something else entirely."

he responded, his gaze holding a hint of empathy and a shared resolve to rectify the injustices inflicted upon me. Our eyes met, and I sensed a connection that surpassed the boundaries of a typical doctor-patient relationship. There was an unspoken understanding between us, a mutual resolve to seek justice and correct the injustices that had befallen me. I'm very grateful because he's not just a skilled surgeon, but a partner in my quest for justice. After that, we proceeded to review the necessary papers. I signed the consent forms, acknowledging the risks and potential outcomes of the procedures, while Doctor Wolfe assured me that he would take every precaution to ensure my safety.

“When it comes to Cora, I believe Dr. Wolfe is the right person to explain her condition to you. It was only because of his experience and expertise that we were able to perform such a complicated surgery in just a few hours.” Dr. Wolfe stands there like he owns the very air around him—tall, composed, and impossibly self-assured. The soft hospital lighting brushes over him, catching the sharp cut of his jaw, the faint stubble that frames his mouth, and the cool confidence in his eyes. There’s something both disciplined and dangerous about him, something that makes the hair at the back of my neck stand upright. “I just did my job,” Dr. Wolfe responds… but was that an air of arrogance I just h

"You're reaching." "Am I?" I smiled. "It makes sense. He had access to hospital records, to patient files. He could have helped you steal my medical history, build your case. And he's exactly the type, a bleeding heart who believes in justice and redemption." Sheila said nothing, but her silence was confirmation enough. "Where is he now?" I asked. "Waiting for your signal? Ready to release more files if you don't check in?" "Something like that." I pulled out my phone, pulled up a search. Dr. Sebastian Wolfe, trauma surgeon. His professional photo stared back at me, earnest eyes and a confident smile.

"All of this because he refused to listen." Part of me believed that we should let him die while the other told me we had to try to help. I didn’t want to help if it was to the detriment of Leslie. ‘We don’t have a choice now. Leslie made the decision to help. Now we must wait,’ my wolf said. After an hour, Leslie exited the room. She pulled the door closed softly before turning to us. "It worked," she said. "He is stable and he is no longer in any danger."

One of the nurses quickly replied, “It is Harry Wolfe, Doctor Lieber. You promised to perform a C-section on his wife, for which he is now causing a huge mess.” “Gosh, how is he so deluded? I don’t care if he’s superstitious and wants his wife to give birth to their child now. Look for another doctor to perform it then, why is he hounding for me instead? “Someone, get him away, I can’t focus on my job here otherwise.” The nurse said in a resigned tone, “We cannot afford to provoke them, they are too violent.” “Monitor the patient’s condition for me, I shall see what all the fuss is about,” said Doctor Lieber.

After a few more seconds of staring at each other, Fiona took her seat with the rest of Luke’s team while Luke walked to the podium with Travis and Felix. The tension in the room was thick, everyone on the edge of their seat, all with a question in their mind. "Why was Felix Lawson, one of the best surgeons in New York, here in the room?" "Who exactly would be performing the surgery?" "Where is the acclaimed Dr. Athena?" The murmurs filled the room as they all waited for an explanation. “For today’s surgery, I have brought in Dr. Felix Lawson as an external consulting surgeon.” Luke started. Liora’s eyes narrowed at that, her eyes turning slowly to look at Luke as her hands folded into a fis

Her movements were fast and precise. Leslie was not like most healers. Many people in the pack still remembered the day she arrived years ago to compete for the healer’s position in Obsidian Veil. There were older healers who had served the pack for decades and they did not like the idea of a young outsider taking their place. But Leslie proved them wrong. She had studied medicine outside the Obsidian Veil for several years before returning. She knew modern human medicine and she also possessed the healing abilities of a gifted wolf.

The patient left the table stable, the entire surgical wing standing in silent awe. And the world took note. Some had accused her of being little more than a “theatrical mystic” before. Others claimed her credentials were exaggerated. But after that operation, a storm of headlines appeared, “From Herbs to Scalpels, Arla-Rosa Silences Her Critics.” “A Surgeon in Disguise? The Doctor Who Works Both East and West.” “If She Can Save Him in Hours, What Will She Do for Amelia Grace?”

Captain Wolfe focused on Chloe, the heat of his golden eyes burning straight into her soul. "And I'm Dr. Quentin Turner," Dr. Turner announced, his voice pleasant but his eyes never leaving Captain Wolfe. "Now that we've all been introduced, perhaps you would be willing to step out into the hallway with me for a moment?" Captain Wolfe's eyes flickered for a moment. Then he relaxed his shoulders and stepped out into the hallway, making sure not to turn his back to the other man. Dr. Turner gently patted Chloe's back as he walked past her and followed Captain Wolfe out the door, closing it carefully behind him.