As soon as Diego made his exit, a woman stepped through the doors of the master suite. She seemed to be in her mid-thirties. She wore dark trousers, a crisp white button-down shirt, and pulled her raven hair back into a sleek ponytail. In her grip was a leather medical kit
"Good evening, Ophelia," Her tone had a mixture of formality and warmness. "I’m Dr. Elena Reyes, the chief medical officer for the Bloodmoon Pack. Alpha Diego asked me to examine you immediately."
She set her bag down on the nightstand beside the plush bed, pulling out a soft penlight and a silver stethoscope.
I pushed myself up against the wooden headboard, pulling the duvet up to my waist. "I’m fine, Doctor. It’s just... fatigue."
"You don't have to put on a brave face for me, chica." Elena let out a soft, sympath
