One of the Blue Lake warriors ran toward the pack house, the lifeless body of Mr Clark draped over his shoulders as he yelled for a medic, a blackthorn nurse hurried out and directed the werewolf to one of the second floor rooms that they were now using to treat the injured.
Laying Mr Clark down carefully, the warrior stood back and watched anxiously as the nurse shuffled around him checking his vitals.
‘Is he OK?’ the werewolf asked in a panic, terrified of having to inform his Alpha that her father wasn’t going to make it.
His eyes clouding, the nurse mind linked to the clinic, ordering blood bags, sutures, pain relief etc. before he turned to the warrior and replied, ‘he has been gravely injured, I will do what I can for him but it doesn’t look good right now, the only positive is th
