FEDORA’S POV
The pack hospital stood as a beacon of healing and solace, a place where the wounded and the ailing sought refuge. I knew that within its walls lay a wealth of knowledge and secrets waiting to be discovered. With resolute determination, I pushed open the doors, my heart pounding in anticipation.
Standing in front of the central hospital, I smiled happily. This was the most prestigious hospital in the werewolf world, nestled within the Gray Pride pack. I caught a glimpse of it yesterday during our wedding car parade, and the sight filled me with awe. Ever since I made the decision to become a pack healer, I had dreamt of visiting this renowned institution. But I had to stop because my father needed me more at the field than at the hospital.
Determined not to draw attention t
