The Rogue Pack Doctor

"Here you go." I say, wrapping up the sprained wrist of a young man. He must be around my age, maybe even younger. It always makes me happy knowing that I can help people with injuries. "Thank you, doc." He says nonchalantly. He smiles a bit at me before the nurse takes him away to the front desk of the hospital. I let out a long sigh, I want the day to be over. I've had a long day, but I also don't want to go home to an empty house with just my thoughts to keep me company. My work is the only thing I'm living for right now. Without it, I would be lost. I work at a human hospital, because I wouldn't have as much work at a werewolf hospital, being that werewolves don't get sick as often as humans. Werewolves also heal much faster. Healing people makes me feel like I have a purpose. It's something I'm good at and something I like to do. I make my last rounds through the hospital, lessening the pain for a few humans in a lot of pain. I can heal people, but that drains my power immediately, not to mention that it would raise suspicion. People here don't know that I'm a werewolf. It's against werewolf laws to out yourself to a human that you are not mated with. So that means I can't use the full extent of my power here, but I try to use it as much as possible without outing myself. "Bye Janet." I say to my favorite coworker, while walking out of the door. The thing I like about Janet is that she is not as obnoxious as most people nowadays. She doesn't try to be someone she's not. She's quiet and she doesn't force conversation with me, only to give up after a couple days. I'm not that much of a casual talker. But still she's a real friend, and we have conversations occasionally. I head to my car, pushing the key to unlock it. It's not a fancy car, just a Prius. I don't have much gas costs cause it's a hybrid so it uses less gasoline. I look in the car mirror, my once lively brown eyes now being dull with dark circles underneath. My curly brown hair, sticking in every direction it wants to. I haven't had a haircut in a while so it's gotten really wild. I also have some unorganized stubble on my chin, making me look like a homeless person. I should really get a haircut sometime soon. I wish I had a mate. Someone to love, someone to care for. And someone who loves me back, and cares for me too. I know I still have time to find a mate, I just hope the moon goddess is merciful and that he's still alive. Some wolves never find their mate, cause they've died before they can meet them. My pack village isn't far by car, only about half an hour. It's in the middle of a big forest so that not many humans pass by and we have enough wild life to go hunting on. Hunting is important to keep your wolf happy. My wolf time is actually the happiest times for me. I feel free to do as I please as I let my wolf take over, I know he wouldn't completely take over, and just give in to my instincts. It feels great. I drive up to my house at the edge of the pack village. I chose this house so that I have less nosy pack members asking me questions that they don't even want an honest answer to. Living in a pack can be great, there is always someone there for you, but it can be too crowded too. Everyone knows everything about everyone. Luckily, my pack members know now that I want to be left alone for the most part. They mostly bother me when someone is hurt and they need my help. Which is completely fine by me and how I want it. It gets lonely though. I am very tired, but I want to go for a run. My wolf has been acting a bit more energized than normal so he wants to go for a short run, before going to bed. He doesn't like going for multiple days without a run, a we didn't have one yesterday. I quickly drop my clothes of at home, except a pair of shorts before going in the woods behind my house. It's very quiet, not a soul out there, only some small creatures of the night make an appearance at this time of night. I shift in my wolf, cringing a bit at the uncomfortable feeling. I never really liked shifting, it doesn't really feel good. But being in my wolf form makes up for it, because my wolf and I love that. My wolf is just a boring brown and white color, nothing special. He likes to run, and sometimes even swim. But it's too late now to go for a swim so we decide to just run for a while. We run for about 10 minutes, our paws hitting the moist forest ground, making branches snap and wind pass by our ears. It's a bit less quiet, which is good. It's almost too quiet here. I shift back to my human form, feeling even more tired than before. At least my wolf is tired now too. Maybe I'll fall asleep fast, because I am so tired. I usually lie awake for a while, old memories that I repress during the day invading my mind at night. My sleep is also not free of night terrors and nightmares. It's why I'm basically always tired. But I always hope that if I tire myself out enough, I'll fall asleep fast. Tomorrow is Saturday so I'll have a day off. I usually help out in the pack, playing with the pups and babysitting my niece. It's the one thing I feel like I owe my pack for not being involved as much as they would want to. They have tried to help me so much, so I try to help them as much. I decide to just go take a short shower to relax my muscles a bit more before going to bed. Tomorrow I can sleep in and relax. Maybe I can even get some pack taxes done. I enjoy easy mindless work on my weekends. It's not stressful but it does distract my thoughts enough. The rest of my weekend are usually spent strolling around in my wolf form and reading books. Finally, I climb under my warm sheets, curling up in a little ball, holding my stuffed panda bear to my chest tightly. You may wonder what a 22 year old man is doing with a stuffed panda bear. It's one of the first gifts I got from my parents and I clung onto it. Holding my bear, I quickly fall asleep. Strangely enough I don't wake up in the middle of the night, my body completely covered in cold sweat. I actually wake up from a pretty weird dream. I don't remember much of it as I basically always forget my dreams the moment I wake up. I just remember something dark coming this way, but it doesn't seem threatening. Weird. I look at the clock to see it's 7:30. Maybe it's best if I just get up right now. I don't want to ruin this good night's sleep by falling asleep again just to wake up from a nightmare. I actually got 7 hours of sleep this night. Not bad. I walk over to my book shelf. Reading has been a hobby of mine since I could read. I always loved it, I still do. I trace my finger over all the dusty books, it's been too long since I've had time to read a good book. Eventually I just settle for 'To kill a mockingbird'. I've read it a million times, but it is and it always will be a classic. I notice the time passing, but I don't know how fast it's passing until I get a mindlink from my alpha. I guess people are awake now then. 'Oliver, come to the meeting room. We have to have an emergency counsel meeting.' I hear my alpha Ned's voice through my mind link. Mindlink is kind of like telepathic messages. It can be very useful, but annoying at the same time. You can't just shut it off. Only if you put in a lot of energy in can you put up a barrier. Since I am the pack doctor I am part of the counsel. Every pack has a small counsel consisting of the most important people in the pack. Yes, people consider me important, because of my healing powers. I would rather not be part of the counsel though, since it's mostly just boring meetings. I quickly get dressed and head out the door. Normally, these emergency meetings are just meetings that someone forgot to plan so they just pretend it's an emergency so everyone comes to the meeting without having to announce it at first. But normally they don't do these this early. It's usually at night when they know everyone is home. I've had this faint weird feeling all day, like something big is about to happen, maybe this emergency is that something big? My wolf is pacing in the back of my mind, feeling weird too. He is usually what I'm feeling deep down, my very basic instincts, so if he is worried about something, I know it's a real worry. But strangely enough he doesn't feel worried, he just feels like something is going on, but he doesn't know what Maybe this time it's a real emergency? We haven't had much of those. Real emergencies. Something in me tells me that this could be a real emergency.