Ezra
I was actually a bit concerned that the doctor had accidentally prescribed Kristen Jackson werewolf painkillers instead of human drugs. I double checked the bottle and even called the hospital to be sure.
“She’s a small woman,” the doctor had informed me impatiently, “so a normal adult dose was probably pretty heavy for her. And some people just react more. Honestly, if she can sleep through the pain, it’s probably the best thing for her.”
Still, I pulled up a chair next to the bed and pulled out my phone to do what tasks I could do remotely. My weekends were usually dedicated to pack-related business, while I spent the weekdays focused on running Falcon enterprises. It was a grueling schedule, especially for a single father, but I was lucky that my very capable mother and my almos
