Caden shook his head, only saying, “Patient-client confidentiality.”
Throg wanted to snatch the damn human by his throat, and squeeze until the son of a b***h told them all what was wrong with his mate.
“What the f**k is that supposed to mean? We’re family! If something is wrong with Spencer, we need to know,” Bryant snapped to the doctor.
“I’m sorry, I’m unable to assist you with that. It was Spencer’s request that no one knows why he was here, and I not only will, I must do as my patient asks,” Caden argued back, then turned murmuring, “Even if I don’t agree.”
Throg knew all the shifters as well as the Nakaka had heard the doctors softly spoken words, and it was Petree that said, “Okay, we’ll just have Elijah tell us.”
Elijah seemed to sink further into his mate, as he muttered
