Valerie

The sun hadn't fully risen when I'd reached the pack clinic. There was barely anyone present in the early hours of the morning with very few nurses working their shift. Immediately I entered the familiar room, I met the Pack doctor.

If he noticed the tension wrapped around my shoulders, he didn't say, merely giving a small bow.

“Miss Valerie,” the older man greeted.

The night before he had sent the text, asking me to meet him the next morning. He had never contacted me so abruptly, ...