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I study the large, imposing building as we approach, my brow furrowing slightly. The sleek, modern architecture is striking, but it’s the logo that catches my eye–a stylized wolf’s head, rendered in shades of gray,

“This is one of our pack’s facilities,” Clayton explains, no doubt noticing my curiosity. “A hospital, of sorts.”

A hospital run by shifters? The concept is as unsettling as it is intriguing. I can’t help but wonder what sort of medical practices they employ here, how different they might be from human hospitals.

Clayton ushers me through the ambulance bay, and I can’t resist glancing around, taking in the flurry of activity. Nurses and orderlies bustle about, their movements crisp and efficient. For a moment, it all seems so… normal. Like any other hospital.

But then I catch a glimpse of a patient being wheeled by on a gurney, and I suck in a sharp breath. His face is twisted in agony, body contorting unnaturally–no

doubt the result of an uncontrolled shift. A stark

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reminder that this place is anything but ordinary.

We step into an elevator, and Clayton punches the button for one of the upper floors. As the doors slide shut, I find myself keeping close to him, seeking reassurance in his steady presence. It’s like an aura around him that keeps me calm.

The ride is mercifully brief, and soon we’re stepping out onto a hushed hallway, our–footfalls clacking away on the tile, echoing around us. Clayton leads me to a private room, the door ajar.

“You’ll be comfortable here,” he says, his deep voice a low rumble. “One of our nurses will be in shortly to check on you.”

“Thank you.” I slip into the room, sinking gratefully onto the edge of the neatly made bed. Clayton leaves once I’m settled, and it’s as if I’m drained the moment

he walks away.

The room is spartan and sterile, but it has a large

faces the mountains.

and I turn to see a young woman in scrubs

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reassuring smile as she approaches.

evening, Ava,” she says, her voice gentle. “I’m Nurse Jenna. I’ll be taking

return, suddenly self–conscious under her attentive gaze. She begins checking my vitals, her movements deft and practiced, and I can’t help but

Almost.

you feeling?” Jenna asks, her brow creasing ever so slightly as she takes

my voice. “Just… sore,” I

after what you’ve been through,” she says, her tone sympathetic. “We’ll get you something for the

The word

finish a few more questions, dear. How

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you?”

feeling a flicker

a note, her pen scratching across the paper. “And how many

blink at

up, her gaze appraising. There’s a hint of surprise in her expression, but she schools her features quickly. “Heat cycles? When a female shifter goes into heat–when she becomes fertile and

neck.

I

aware of the dull aches

time.”

brows lift,

you noticed any changes in your body

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recently? Increased sexual

shake my head. “No, nothing like that. I feel

another note on her

have to monitor you closely, then. It’s rare, but some omegas can experience delayed or irregular cycles, especially if they’ve been

at the