KATHERINE POV
Marley helped me toss my two suitcases into the back of her white Jeep. It had only been my first shift at the hospital—nothing wild, nothing traumatic—but I was still wiped. New pack, new place, new people. The usual.
The drive to the pack house took less than five minutes, but I was glad Marley offered. I could’ve walked, sure, but having her there gave me a reason not to overthink the next part.
“So what kind of specialty are you leaning toward?” she asked, eyes on the road, but clearly curious.
I glanced over at her. “Ob-gyn and Pediatrics. You going for doctor or nurse?”
She grinned. “Neither. I’m studying to become a psychologist. Online classes. I want to work with shifters—help them handle the bond stuff, the rejection s**t. You know, the things we’re not suppos
