Valerie
The sun hadn't fully risen when I'd reached the pack clinic. There was barely anyone present in the early hours of the morning with very few nurses working their shift. Immediately I entered the familiar room, I met the Pack doctor.
If he noticed the tension wrapped around my shoulders, he didn't say, merely giving a small bow.
“Miss Valerie,” the older man greeted.
The night before he had sent the text, asking me to meet him the next morning. He had never contacted me so abruptly, far from the normal routine set in place. But that was the least of my worries when I saw the content of the text.
It was a simple text, requesting that he needed to check up on the traces of the drug in my system.
And also, he added in the text, on the baby. That was the part that had me the most
