The Pack's Doctor by Cooper

It starts at the top That’s what Kennedy had said to the pack and she’d looked at me, basically letting me know that it’s not just our warriors that need to change, that I need to change as well.

I’ve never really thought of the pack as a family, I mean, I spent enough years in Alpha Harold’s pack that I probably should have, I saw the love that the pack members had for Harold and for Henry, but since I didn’t have a pack at the time, I didn’t take much notice. I didn’t realize the value and importance of a pack being a family, Hell, I don’t even recognize the value of family at all, or at least I didn’t before Kennedy. Even my own mother chose to let herself wither away and die rather than be a mother to me, to be a family to me.

Of course, Kennedy’s more than just family to me. She’s everything to me. If she wants this pack to become a family, then we will. I don’t know how to do that, but I’m sure that she does, and I’ll follow her lead.

When Lane comes to ask about someone watching, Kennedy, something inside me tightens. I’d expected Kennedy back by now, but I also know that she would take her time if Christy is awake and she’d also want to check on Lillian and their son.

That feeling inside my gut only gets tighter when Lane links me that Kennedy isn’t in the hospital. I immediately try to link her, opening up the link between us and I get nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I tell Lane that I’ll meet him

what’s going on?” Kier asks, jogging over from where he’d been standing by the kitchen.

say as we get to the back of the packhouse. I leap off the back patio and begin running to the overhang. I lift my nose in the air, searching for my mate’s scent just as

in

check on her and she’s not there. She’s been gone for a while according to Deborah‘

I see that I’m in Quirin’s t–shirt. As frustrated as I am with him, I can’t help but smile. He’s taking care of me, even though I’m angry and even though I’ve pushed him

feel my heart softening toward

soon about this pup I’m carrying. I have no idea if that will make things worse between us, but Quirin has a right to

eat something. It’s been almost two days since I’ve eaten and now I know I’m eating for two. I brush my hair, putting it in a messy bun, brush my teeth, wash my face and get dressed. I don’t feel back