Brilliance

Chapter 3

It took exactly forty-seven minutes to reach Kian's pack.

I was pretty sure that if we kept running for another fifteen minutes we would reach our pack borders, but I was also horrible with my geography, so I couldn't be that certain.

The minute we reached the border of Kian's pack's territory all the thoughts that this could have been a ploy flew out of my mind. It was clear that there had been some form of a disaster, there were several fallen trees, ripped up dirt and plants, damaged homes and infrastructure, and splatters of blood everywhere with bodies.

It took exactly five minutes for me to stop hyperventilating at the sight of dead wolves. I knew that as a form of a health care provider, I should have been used to the sight of death, but I never could. I was made exactly to stop from it from happening when it could be avoided.

I noticed a deep unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach as we kept walking on the pack grounds. There was this need that itched its way up my throat, and I couldn't quite place as to why. It was something like when there were dying wolves around me, but more intense. My wolf rumbled inside of me, her agitation growing by the second, and I had no idea what to do, I had never had this feeling before.

"We moved all the injured people into the pack clinic," Kian explained as we passed several torn up buildings, "Well, what's left of it anyways,"

Kian had shifted back into his human form upon our entry onto the land, but Hunter stayed in her wolf form as she carried me on her back down the pack's streets. Hunter had insisted, or more like forced me, to sleep on our way, which surprisingly was comfortable against Hunter's dark grey fur.

There were several different werewolves surrounding us as we reached the clinic, both in their human and wolf form. Their eyes were trained on our every move, their distrust flaring as a dark green in their auras. I had no idea if they knew I was a healer.

A rush of urgency and need filled the pit of my stomach as we got closer to the clinic, the same feeling I got whenever I was near people that were dying. But I knew that I had to think logically, I had only two hours left.

"Your pack doctor should probably be the first person I see," I stated quietly as Kian stopped in front of a building with a hole the size of a semi-truck in one of the walls.

It seemed wrong to talk any louder than a whisper, as the whole pack seemed to be in a state of mourning. It seemed odd since Kian had said that there were no deaths in his pack, only some bad injuries.

"Yeah, but um," Kian started, looking nervous and anxious all of a sudden, "There's one other person in particular that needs your attention,"

"Kian," I said softly, "My job is to help as many people as possible, and I can only do that if your pack doctor is healthy and well enough to do his job. Right after the pack doctor, we'll go to this other person, okay?"

He nodded, not saying anything, then suddenly, "His name is Robert, the pack doctor I mean, just seems, you know, better to call him by his name,"

I gave him a reassuring smile and slipped past him into the pack clinic. The itchy and longing feeling only grew more and more as I walked through the clinic, making it almost seem like I was getting sick, but I knew that to be impossible.

The first thing that I noticed in the building was that it was crowded and much, much different than the pack clinic that I had back home. This building was massive – even with the damage – and built to replicate a hospital, whereas back home, my pack clinic was more like a cabin with hospital like rooms and a lot of wood furniture. In this clinic there were pack nurses running back and forth, from one patient to another. There were people everywhere, a lot that were hurt, some with serious injuries and others with nothing that a normal werewolf couldn't handle.