Chapitre 32: Chatper 32: Coup d'etat?

Not sure why, but I ended up in the exam room for pups.

Maybe it’s the cute paintings on the wall or the bright colors of the room, but it just feels less invasive than the other rooms that were stark white, yet ominous.

Or maybe because things seem less serious in this room of fun shapes and alphabet letters that I could pretend my wolf being gone wasn’t dire or that being sick this morning was just a passing bug.

Mom comes in a few minutes later, as I page through a children’s book that rhymes on every page.

I also pale at the assortment of…things she brought with her.

“Now, relax. I’m just going to take a blood sample and take your vitals.”

She knew me too well. And even as she eyed me to stop shaking my foot, I didn’t. Couldn’t. Doctor visits always made me nervous.

It was one thing to work at the healing center. It was another to visit.

“When did you notice your wolf was missing?”

Hm. Just today. But there was that one time I tried to shift.