Friday. Tomorrow's the day I get to meet Nathan and one more son. Shirley said his name was Ethan, the lawyer one, and he would arrive Saturday morning straight to Nathan's house, they had some legal stuff to do first, and then we all, including doc Evans, Lena and Hannah, were invited to the pack house for dinner. At first I was a bit scared, because pack house meant werewolves, but then I figured it was nothing new to me, since Hannah's diner was always full of where's. But then again - being in a pack house meant I was informed of their existence and thus was a threat of exposure. Shirley tried convincing me that I had nothing to fear, at the same time doc Evans was distracting me with vet stuff. So that leads us to my current location - me sitting in the clinic in front of an operating table with all the supplies neatly arranged on top of it and doc Evans preparing me for my final exams by asking all sorts of questions - what scalpels to use, which vaccines to prevent different types of diseases, methods of castration, everything I needed to know, up to the count of bones in a snake. After spending four hours of intense testing we took a lunch break, and that's when Lena arrived. The look on her face was far from her usual bubbly, but rather concerned, her brows furrowed.

"Hey guys, Nathan's got some work for you at the pack house. There has been another rogue attack and a couple of guys doing patrol are pretty roughed up, so pack your stuff and let's move."

Without a single word doc Evans picked up 2 medical cases, one for him and one for me, and we went straight to his truck. Lena chose to run in her wolf form and said she would meet us on the spot. My level of anxiety rose to its highest.

"Doc, you sure I can go with you?" I asked him cautiously.

"Sure thing, four hands better than two." He stated calmly.

"But I'm not yet acquainted with Nathan and not accepted to the pack, you sure it's the best course of action?"

I was very nervous. Not about the vet part, it was more about the trust. Sure thing, everyone in town new about the new vet, but that doesn't mean they trusted me with their health. Oh, and I've never treated a were in his human form, I'm a vet after all...

"Emily, just stick with me and you'll be fine, ok? And that will also be a good way to show the pack you can be trusted, better than some formal dinner nonsense."

I could see the reason there, maybe it was best after all to do it in this manner.

While being deep in my thoughts I haven't noticed how time flew by and found that we've arrived. The pack house wasn't as huge as I imagined it would be. It was more like Shirley's B&B, only bigger - it was a 3 floor wooden house with a big porch and brick driveway. Flowers were planted along the front walls. Massive front doors were ajar and two bulky looking guys were standing there talking in hushed tones. They looked rather concerned and payed us no attention. Slowly I stepped out of the car, grabbed my medical case and limped after doc Evans. As soon as my cane hit the porch steps the guys turned our way and stared at me with suspicious eyes.

"Doc. Didn't think you'd bring company." The guy on the left said with some undertones which were not so hard to read. He wasn't very happy with me being there. His hazel eyes looked me up and down evaluatingly, I clearly wasn't welcome. His brows were drown closely together, his black unruly hair fell in his face, his fists clenched, nostrils moving as if he was sniffing me. I was very uncomfortable to say the least, but kept my expression stoic, poker face practice time.

"Andrew, it's fine. I'm old, I need all the help I can get, and I trust this fine young lady, whose name is Emily, by the way." The way doc said it left no room to argue, and I figured he was a respected member of the community, because Andrew didn't say a single word to that, but sharply turned on his heels and swiftly marched in the house.

"Nice seeing you, doc. Thanks for arriving on such short notice." Said the other guy. He was less bulky than Andrew. He had short blond hair, bright blue eyes, crooked nose and a big mouth. His gaze then turned to me.

"I suppose you're informed about our situation?"

"Yes I am. I'm here to help." I said as confidently as I could.

"Good. Follow me."

Then he went the same direction Andrew did and me and doc followed.

The inside of the house was as inviting as the outside - fresh flowers everywhere, pictures of different smiling people on the walls, couches, armchairs, toys scattered on the floor. It looked homy. I still didn't know the name of the blond guy, but by the look on his face I figured it wasn't the right time to play polite, after all there were wounded were's awaiting our help.

We followed the blond guy to the back of the house to a large room, that looked like a game room - play stations all around, pin pong table, dart boards and lots of other stuff scattered across the room. In the middle of it all was a medium sized coffee table with 3 couches around it, that's where everyone was gathered. Two pretty roughed up guys sitting on one of the couches, they didn't look that bad, but they did have their heads in their hands in a gesture of mortification, looking to the floor. I casted my glance to the other couch and my breath hitched for a moment. On another couch was the third guy, who looked like he just had a date with a bear and said bear had shown the guy just how much he didn't like his date. Half of his chest had huge claw gashes, one of his arms was broken, minor cuts graced his arms legs and face. Blood was dripping from the couch to the floor forming a small pool. Even though I was no human doctor, that's was where I rushed, because he clearly needed urgent medical assistance and me and doc Evans were the only ones mentally equipped to help.

"What the hell happened to Jeffrey?!" Doc barked out, rushing to the guy one the couch along with me.

"We were patrolling the east border and everything seemed fine", one of the guys started, his eyes still locked to the floor. "We were just going to head back to the house pack, when these rogues suddenly appeared out of nowhere. They were watching us, that's for sure, and they somehow masked their scents, so we had no way of knowing they were there."

"Jeffrey was closer to them, he must have heard something and slowed his pace", the other guy picked up. "I haven't seen where they appeared from, but they clearly caught him by surprise, because not a second later he was thrown into a tree." I was cleaning the skin around the gashes on my patient's chest, while doc was examining the broken arm, meanwhile the second guy continued with the story. "We tried fighting them off, but they were 5 against two, Jeffrey tried as well, but look where it got him..."

"Doc, I need to stop the bleeding and stitch his chest up, but I have no idea if the internal organs have suffered....", I quietly tried to do my best and not alarm everyone in the room. Although it seemed like no one was paying attention to us, everyone was listening to what the guys had to say. Doc Evans turned to my part of the patient, quickly examined the area I was working on and decided that I should just start stitching.

"We managed to kill two, capture one, but another two took off. We came here as fast as we could..."

I don't know why, but the news that these guys killed someone didn't creep me out. It was self defense, and by the look of Jeffrey, the dead fuckers deserved it. The boys looked pretty shaky, I figured that they don't deal with this kind of stuff on a regular basis and I felt bad for them. All in all, I suddenly realized that all of this was uncommon for this town, I have been here for a while already and that's only the second time I hear of rogues attacking, the first one was when I met Lena. So probably all this were life was as peaceful as any human could be. I snapped out of my thoughts and started working on patching Jeffrey up. It was a hard thing to do, the peaces of skin were almost completely detached from this body and I had to first put them back together like a freaking puzzle. I tried thinking of something positive, because the sight in front of me was simply horrifying and the smell of blood was getting on my pregnant nerves. And also sitting on the floor in front of the couch in my condition was just painful, but Jeffrey needed me and I needed to suck it up. In no time I found myself stitching his chest together, while doc Evans was mending a broken arm. I tuned out the rest of the conversation and concentrated solely on my part. I was not pack yet, so I didn't need to know anything. At some point doc finished mending the arm and after checking up on my work he moved on to the guys on the couch, leaving me to tend to Jeffrey on my own. All in all it took me almost an hour to sew the skin on his chest together and start examining all his other cuts. I carefully cleaned every one of them and put some ointment on. When I finished with Jeffrey I looked up and discovered that there were now more people in the room than before. Standing right over me were two more guys and that's when I fest real unease. Seems the time to meet the Alpha came earlier than expected...