Chapter 4-Tarragon

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"What is the final assessment of my mate Doctor Calise?" I ask, as nicely as I see fit, to the older male gripping tightly to the folder and clipboard in his wrinkled hands.

"It is not good I'm afraid Alpha," the doctor answers, his aged voice calm and evenly toned the way all of those who serve me must do to show the proper respect ordained by my position. "Though she has calmed down, and has had no further hysterics, her physical condition concerns me greatly."

Doctor Calise opens the file and places it down on my desk. I am presented with a single slip of paper, inked with the shameful amount of information of my mate and a single photo of her issued work ID. It is generic information, her age is twenty, height five ten, eye and hair color brown, skin color white. Completely normal. Completely human. Like most of the humans now, she has no living family. All deaths listed as war time casualties. For three years she lived in a human orphanage, the next two were devoted to republic assigned jobs. All dedicated to cleaning, nothing else.

"Her overall health will be the greatest concern for Luna Sarah," Calise adds, the papers on the clipboard rustling as he flips through them. "By human standards she is grossly underweight, anemic, has a Vitamin D deficiency, and frankly exhausted. I have here a list of vitamins, supplements, and a diet plan that will put her on the path to a full recovery that must be adhered to for the next year. In which, Goddess willing, will allow her to carry healthy offspring to term."

"Very well," I utter, waving him away in order to finally have some quiet after a grueling day and night.

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