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“Wait,” I said into the phone, a thought forming in my mind. “Why was Amber at the hospital?”
I waited for Beta to return with the information, grabbing the phone as soon as it rang.
“Alpha,” Beta said, “the plane crashed. Amber is dead.”
“That’s not all, Alpha.” Beta paused, then cleared his throat. “She was at the hospital for a prenatal checkup. She was pregnant with your child. They both died.”
The room began to swirl around me.
Amber’s POV
I gazed at the Thorn Pack hospital, thinking back to the last time I’d stepped foot in its halls.
Five years. It’d been five years since I’d last stepped foot in Thorn Pack, nevertheless the hospital where my marriage had ended.
Five years ago, my plane had crashed into the ocean. Luckily, we weren’t so far from the shore of Dawn Pack, the nearest pack, and a group of generous fishers hauled me onto their boat where I sat, shivering, amongst crates of lobsters.
My backpack, where I’d put all my documents and identification papers for safe keeping, was lost somewhere in water. I had no money, nor anywhere to go.
Luckily, the Dawn Pack hospital extended the same unbelievable generosity of the fishermen, and they gave me a job as a nurse. It wasn’t quite the doctor’s position I’d dreamt of in college, but it was just enough to earn a living. I was exhausted, and I was poor, but I was alive.
Plus, I had Eve. My wolf.
She’d awakened during the accident. When I plunged into the cold water, my wolf was shocked awake, her voice appearing in my mind. It grew louder and louder as fell I deeper and deeper into the ocean.
Swim, she commanded.
I flailed my arms.
Turn around, she growled. You’re going deeper.
I did my best to flip myself around, then dug my arms through the cold.
Good, she said. Keep going. Don’t stop.
When I broke the surface, Eve howled inside me in victory, the joy of survival coursing through my bones.
You saved us, she said. All three of us.
With the help of Eve’s strength, I stayed afloat until the fishing boat appeared and the fishermen rescued me.
I awoke in the moment between life and death, Eve told me once we were safe on the shore.
“I’m sorry,” I told her. “I didn’t know you were there. I didn’t know you were a part of me.’
While Eve’s presence required some adjustment on my part, I adjusted quickly. I found myself more likely to take care of myself, as I was taking care of Eve as well. She was quicker to anger, but she was also quicker to feel joy. Her companionship became a saving grace in my new life.
I had always been a wolf, as it turned out, but Eve had been made to lie dormant for reasons unknown to either of us. Along with Eve’s arrival, I acquired the ability to heal others quickly. Combined with my medical degree, my powers leant to my work at Dawn
Pack Hospital.
The bigger adjustment, it turned out, was having my daughter.
The process of childbirth was extremely dangerous. Alice was born half-werewolf, as the accident had caused her wolf to awaken early, just as it had caused Eve to awaken late. She’d been partially transformed as she exited my womb, clawing her way through my flesh.
As life went on, Alice’s wolf proved to make life difficult. Although I was grateful that Alice would never be without protection, never without the ability to defend herself, her mind became overwhelmed easily. When this happened, she’d transform into her wolf, often harming both herself and whoever happened to be around her.
I had marks on my arms from Alice’s claws, but I would never regret them. I would never hold it against her. Alice was only a child, too young to control her own emotions, not to mention her wolf’s.
However, that didn’t mean that the process was easy. I often lay awake at night, thinking of how much easier raising Alice would be with a partner.
Eve would growl at me, reminding me that she was on my side.
“You know what I mean,” I would reply.
I decided to dedicate myself to searching for a cure, which Dawn Pack Hospital graciously approved, as long as it didn’t affect my nursing work. I wasn’t trying to purposely rid Alice of her wolf, but to simply suppress Alice’s wolf until she was old enough to control her. I would bring Alice to the hospital, hoping with every stay that it would be the one to heal her.
After the operation, I would fall asleep in the armchair next to Alice’s bed, comforted by the steady beating of the machines. Every time, Alice would awake violently, her wolf struggling to free her from the IV that stuck in her arm.
Finally, I heard of an organization that could create necklaces to suppress wolf’s abilities, but they were very expensive.
I rededicated myself to my work. With the help of my powers, I rose from the lowest-ranking nurse at the hospital to a full-
fledged healer. I took on commissions from nobles and wealthy merchants, grateful for the considerable amounts of money I earned.
However, it still wasn’t enough to pay for Alice’s cure.
My research led me to a contact at Thorn Pack Hospital. Instead of a cure, they offered me a position. We would have to go to
Thorn Pack, but the salary would cover the exorbitant medical fees for my child.
The whole way here, I’d debated whether or not I was actually going forward with taking the job at Thorn Pack. I’d debated while I dropped Alice off with the nanny, and while I’d driven to the hospital. After all, the odds that I’d run into my ex-husband at the hospital was fairly high, especially with my renown.
I looked at Thorn Pack Hospital out of my car window. I made up my mind, slipping on my face mask. I tightly tied my hair up and opened the door.
Flashes of cameras went off around me. “It’s Healer Amanda!” reporters and onlookers excitedly shouted.
My powers had granted me a level of fame, although under the new name that I’d chosen for myself. A symbol of my new life.
Luxury cars filled the hospital parking lot, all carrying Thorn Pack’s most privileged, all of them here to see me. The news of the
Healer’s arrival at Thorn Pack had spread across the internet. Nobles lined up to make appointments, all of them eager to meet me in person.
Whispers caused a soft, collective roar as the members of the crowd noticed me.
“That’s Healer Amanda,” I heard, “the youngest and most talented healer of our generation.”