The Pack's Doctor by Cooper

Chapter 153

Kier POV

“You’re injured again,” Arianna says, looking me over. Her hands are gently skirting over my body as if she’s using her fingers to check what her eyes are seeing. Since my body is starting to respond, even with the pain that I’m in, I grab her hands and pull them to my chest.

“Rowd says he can’t heal some of these wounds, so I need to go see Kennedy,” I say, expecting her to step aside, or maybe to encourage me to go. Instead, she stands there, her eyes focused on my chest.

“Arianna? What’s going on in that head of yours?”

She doesn’t answer and when I smell the salt of tears, I tilt her head up to look at me. “What is it?” I ask gently.

“I’m so afraid,” she says, her voice shaking with her attempt to control her emotions.

“Afraid of what, baby?” I ask and gently swipe the tear that begins to fall down her cheek.

“Of losing you in one of these attacks,” she whispers.

“Hey. Hey,” I say, pulling her against me. I know I’m naked and dirty from the battle, but I don’t like her crying.

She wraps her arms around me, holding me tightly. “What if I wake up one day and you’re not here and I wasted all this time?” she asks.

I feel like my heart stutters. What is she saying.

“I don’t think I could forgive myself. You’ve been nothing but kind and patient with me. I know you’re a good man and I’m letting my fear of my past keep me from finding happiness with you.”

I can’t tell if she’s trying to tell me that she’s going to reject me or if she’s going to say she’s ready to move forward with our relationship. I hold my breath as she pulls back, looking up at me.

time together once Luna’s family is gone and it’s quieter on your floor,” she says. I feel the tension inside me easing.

would like that,”

“Yeah?”

I’d like, partly because I’m filthy and injured and partly because I don’t want to

Did you need me to assist you,” she asks, smiling up at me. She hasn’t pulled away from

my side and heading out of the packhouse toward the

Kennedy POV

have, which isn’t nearly as much as my mother’s, but I knew her panic would only cause things to spiral out of control. One of the very first things I learned in my mother’s hospital was to remain calm. If you aren’t calm, you make mistakes and my

out to get blood from my family. Wendy didn’t have enough after bleeding out and since I couldn’t stop the bleeding until I got the silver out, her blood levels became dangerously low.

she returned. My sister’s heart rate had dropped dangerously low, low enough that Echo could barely hear it. By then, I had two of the four gashes cleaned out. Because I needed

heartbeat became strong enough that we could hear it. Once I had the last gash cleaned, I began stitching up her deep wounds. The wolf’s claws had gone deep enough to crack three ribs, slice her spleen, and nick her stomach, which means her recovery will be

since there’s no good way to set those bones or if there is, I’m not

help me to wrap Wendy’s chest and abdomen, securing the ribs and

I’m exhausted. I’ve never been the one to save a life like this. My mother was always there,

look at my sister’s pale face. I brush the hair away from her head and kiss her forehead before leaning down

going to let Mom and Dad come in. I’m sure they’ll stay overnight. You won’t be alone, Wendy, so you and Dasha focus on getting your strength back. I love you, sis,”

parents, all my siblings, Madison, Alpha

“She’s stable.”

his arms, I walk into them. I

my ear as he wraps his arms around me. I nod, unable to care that he’s upset with me right now. I let his scent calm me but before the fatigue settles into my bones and I collapse, I turn to my mother, giving her the medical version of what I did

“Go get some rest,

turn, ready to walk back but Quirin scoops me up

feet, Little Pup,” he

clean out your wounds?” I ask, leaning my head against his