The Healer

SAVAGE POV

Blood is everywhere. The constant beep of the monitor signifying a heart that has stopped beating is the only sound to be heard besides the heavy breathing of the doctor as he dips his head down.

"Time of death-" I zone him out. Taking off my gown and gloves and walking out of the OR.

Leaning against the wall, I bow my head, breathing deeply. These losses always hurt the most.

The ones that could have been saved. The ones that should still be here.

I'm not naive, I know death comes to us all and it is a part of life, but these ones, the ones who have barely had a chance to live at all, hurt.

Bradley, he was only 4, with a rare heart condition, that if it was caught just a smidge sooner, would still be alive.

Times like this, it is hard not to be mad at the man upstairs. Or whoever the hell calls the shots.

I wipe my hand down my face, not caring if I smudge the little bit of makeup I did manage to put on before my shift.

I turn to walk down the corridor, making my way to the on call room. I need a shower, and a nap if I'm going to be able to pull this double.

The small tear that was able to escape slides down my face as I turn another corner, close to the on call room. I lift my hand to wipe it away, irritated that it even managed to escape it's confines without my permission.

Not realizing, I bump into a wall. I curse, before looking up to glare at the wall.

It was a huge wall, just not made out of drywall. A human wall made of nothing but big bulking muscles and warm skin. Reclining my head back, my glare softens when I glance at the mans face, "Sorry." I mutter.

Stepping around him and speed walking until I tuck myself into the on call room. I lean against the door, embarrassed that my emotions got the better of me in public. I steel my spine, before flopping myself on the bed, facing the wall, and curling up.

Closing my eyes, images of Bradley flutter through my mind. I squeeze them tighter, begging for the darkness to take me under and my mind to be rid of these pictures.

MADDEN POV

My mind is a whirlwind of thoughts. One of my guys is in pretty rough shape, our pack doctor is dead. That pack of rogues did more damage than I would care to admit.

For some reason, they were targeting our doctor. And it isn't the only report of pack doctors going missing or ending up dead.

We did come out on top in the end, however with our doctor gone, we had to resort to bringing the rest of the fallen men to this hospital right outside our pack territory.

Thankfully, it is an allied packs facility so they are equipped to handle shifter injuries. Though the Alpha of the pack informed that not every human who worked here knew about wolves.

Too far into my own thoughts, I wasn't watching where I was heading, just aimlessly wandering and trying to find my way back to the waiting room.

My Alpha has already lined up duties for my return back to the pack, starting with training the rest of the men 10x harder. He is pissed that the rogues did so much damage. Fuck, I can't blame him. I'm equally as pissed.

Not noticing until it was too late, a little puff of air leaves my lips as a woman knocks into me.

I freeze, the sparks where she collided wrapping around every nerve in my body. Freezing me to the spot. MATE.

I take in her head, covered in a blue cap, barely containing the dark locks underneath trying their hardest to poke through. Her eyebrows curved inwards, showing she herself is lost in her own head, as I just was myself.

Her eyes the most beautiful shade of golden brown, swimming with un-shed tears, a small nose, that curves slightly at the end, and her full pink lips tilted down in a frown.

I wanted to reach up, and run my finger over her lips, pull her into my arms, anything to erase the complete sadness swirling in her features. She barely came to right under my shoulder, her scrubs not hiding the beautiful curves she possesses.

Right when I go to open my mouth, she mutters a sorry and darts around me, and into a room.

My eyes follow her, until she disappears and even a couple minutes after. My feet carrying me to the door, willing me to go in after her.

It wasn't until my brain starts working double time that I realize, she's human.

I sniff the air after her, the scent of honey and vanilla. Addicting as it is, I can't help but linger on the fact that she is 100% human.

I hang my head, I've heard of a few pairs that are wolf and human. They never end well. Where us wolves are possessive and territorial, the humans never take to well to our animalistic side, wanting to mark them so everyone knows who's mate they are.

The wolf normally ends their own lives when the are unable to be with their fated mate and when the human rejects the bond.

There has been a couple that has worked things out, and I know for damn sure I'll have to reach out to them to make sure my own mate accepts our bond. I can't fathom not having her in my life.

The thought alone sends a guttural growl vibrating through my entire body.

Not having her is simply not an option.

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