**Mateo

At the end of the day, I’d had enough. I was neck deep in women who’d had it even worse than my daughter, some Armando even brought to the office himself because he was at a loss at what to do. Getting the shifters out, he’d also found humans in trouble. It wasn’t as though we could leave them there.

“Get more doctors,” I finally advised. “Some that specialize in human medicine.”

“Yes, Alpha,” Armando said. He looked haggard ...