“I’ll say. This pack is screwed if their doctors are so incompetent they don’t even show up,” Luke snorted.
“That’s not even the half of it.” Chaz shook his head. He herded a pair of pups into the room and helped them sit on another exam bed.
“Pups?” Luke raised an eyebrow.
“Blake. Emma.” Bridget immediately went to them, checking them for any injuries, something she hadn’t been able to do in her rush to help Phoebe.
“The Luna here wouldn’t let them into the safe room, something about them using up all the oxygen or some s**t,” Chaz growled.
“Luna Kristie is always like that,” the little girl said. “She hates us.”
“Why?” Luke asked, curious and impressed by the pup’s forwardness in a small room surrounded by warriors.
“Because we don’t have a mommy or a daddy,” Emma answered.
“Em
