ISLA
When I step into the brightly lit waiting area of the infirmary, a younger girl with caramel skin and bright eyes, peaks over the top of her computer at me. She smiles at me so big it reaches her eyes, “Luna, what can I do for you?”
“I’ve been having some spells lately and the Alpha insists I come to see Dr. Ausitn, is it possible for her to see me?”
“Of course. Why don’t you take a seat over there, and I’ll let you know when she’s ready.”
I return her smile and tip my head as I take a seat in an over-padded black vinyl chair in the far corner. I pull a kid’s comic book from the well-stocked shelf to flick through while I wait. The waiting room is surprisingly cozy, with warm tan walls adorned with pictures of the pack’s infirmary and those that have worked here through the years
