The Pack's Doctor by Cooper

Chapter 59

Warren

While neither pack is at the full strength that my pack is, being attacked by two packs at once, even if they aren’t working together, is taking a toll on my pack. Because I’d stayed connected with Yara. I know that I’ve had more warriors going into the pack hospital than I have since she first arrived. And because we have Quinton’s son, I’m sure he’s on his way.

I’d been fighting several warriors at once, when I’d felt the deep slash in my back leg, immediately followed by Yara’s spike in concern. I snapped our connection closed, not only because I don’t want her to feel the pain, but because I don’t want to distract her from caring for my pack. The sooner they see her, the sooner that they’re healed, and back to fighting. And without Savannah, I know Yara’s working harder than ever.

When I’d turned, it had been Brady who had attacked me, and I’d focused on trying to kill him. However, knowing Simon in the pack was distracting me and rather than being able to kill him. I was only getting in good swipes here and there.

Was

“Who has eyes on Simon? I bark in the mind link. The silence that follows makes me even more distracted and Arric takes a swipe to the chest from Brady’s wolf. Arric snarls, swiping him across the face, leaving bloody slash marks across his check. He’ll have scars on his face for the rest of his life.

Brady has his Beta attacking me at the same time, along with another warrior and I’m struggling to fight against all three of them when I get the mind link I was expecting.

“Alpha, Alpha Quinton is here, He and his warriors are heading straight to the cells.‘

Attack!” I yell. ‘Do not let him get his son!”

My mind has been everywhere, so it takes me a moment too long to realize something’s wrong. I got a very soft “War‘ in my head. I slash through Brady’s Beta, ripping skin and flesh off his side before I refocus, trying to figure out what Yara was saying-

However, when I try to reconnect to her mind, I can’t find her.

“BRADLEY! WHERE’S YARA?‘ I yell in the mind link.

“Simon” is all he says. His voice is much, much too soft.

“ALPHA!” I hear a moment later, several of my injured warriors reaching out to me at once. “Luna’s missing! Bradley’s been shot with a silver bullet!”

“EVERYONE! YOUR LUNA HAS BEEN TAKEN, FIND HER NOWT

the warrior, biting down on the back of his

hear the howl of retreat from the

and racing to the sound of the wolf that howled the retreat. That will be Simon. He got what he wanted.

to know where I want

to the pack hospital. We need to try and save Bradley. Then call Harold, see if he and his pack can cut Brady off on

give any energy to

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Chapter 59

Brady POV

recovering but he said he’d join us as quickly as possible. When Simon arrived, I thought for a short moment that it was Quinton, but it wasn’t. That

where I’m assuming Warren keeps his cells. Fucking bastard. I know Yara isn’t down in the cells, so Warren musŤ have captured someone important to Quinton. The only person that Alpha cares about

head to head with Warren and the bastard is stronger than I remember him being. That damn lady doctor must have healed him and made him stronger, I seriously need to get

Garth, my wolf, snarls at me. I’d be annoyed, but he’s right. Arric is one hell of

of us have Warren right where we want him and the next, my Beta’s throat has been ripped out and my Lead Warrior’s neck has

walking backward, knowing that we’re next when I hear the howl of retreat. It’s not Quinton, which means that it’s Simon. He got

to go head–to–head with Warren again

retreat. I need to get what’s left of my pack

feel my pack’s weariness as we run back to the pack. Thankfully, we’re not being chased so we can run at a slower pace. giving my

Quinton join us in the battle?‘ one of my

was only to get a prisoner from Warren. I’m

us?‘ one of my

more alliance. Feel free to kill any of Quinton’s soldiers at any time and that includes

one you said

Warren is going after him and we’ll have to wait and see who gets her. Whoever that is, we’ll be going after them next.

the rhythm of paws hitting the soft earth as