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.

and it’s quieter on your floor,” she says.

like that,”

“Yeah?”

as she leans against me. I deepen the kiss, slowly enjoying her scent and her taste. I don’t kiss her as long as I’d like, partly because I’m filthy and injured and partly because I don’t want to scare her. She’s agreed to spend more time with me and

you need me to assist you,” she asks, smiling up at me.

assistance,” I say, tucking her against my side and heading out of the packhouse toward

Kennedy POV

knowledge I 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

my family. Wendy didn’t have enough after bleeding out and since I couldn’t stop the bleeding

blood transfusion when 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 to hurry, I used steri–strips to hold the gashes together while I kept

her 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

their own since there’s no good way to set those bones or if there is, I’m

have Deborah help me to wrap Wendy’s chest and abdomen, securing the ribs and holding the stitched

finally step back, monitoring her vital signs, my entire body aches. 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

alone, Wendy, so you and Dasha focus on getting your strength back. I love you, sis,” I

moment the door opens, everyone in the waiting room stands – my parents, all my siblings, Madison, Alpha Henry, Alpha Harold, Luna Farrah, and when my eyes meet Quirin’s, my lips begin to

“She’s stable.”

a step forward, but when Quirin opens his arms, I walk into them. I love my father, but

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 with Wendy. Quirin wraps his arms around me

“Go get some rest, Kennedy. You did

walk back but Quirin scoops me up

your feet, Little

I ask, leaning my head against his