The Dying Alpha (#1 of the Hyle pack)

Note: Please keep in mind that this story is fantasy and not reality! The diseases and treatments mentioned in this story are the results of searching online. So please, don't come and correct me if some things aren't correct. This story takes place in a fantasy world and once again, this story is fiction and focusses on other things than the correct terms of an illness or the proper ways to treat it. I hope you come and grow to love these new characters just as much as the ones from my previous stories. To all my readers who have stuck by me, thank you, thank you, thank you! Enjoy and lots of love, V. ----------------------------------------------- It was a cloudy day as I walked into the hospital, checking my watch and seeing that it was 7.49h, I was still on time. I nodded to myself as I entered the dressing room, where all the hospital staff got ready to start their working day. I walked over to my locker as I opened it, placing my bag inside and pulling out my nurse's outfit, which consisted of light blue pants and a matching shirt . I pulled up my dark blonde hair as I put it together in a high ponytail. I always felt it made me look more professional and a bit older than I actually was. My name is Elizabeth, I am twenty-one years old and I am currently living inside the Hyle pack. Apparently, Hyle means howl in the Norwegian tongue. A story was told around here, that the first Alpha that started this pack, had some Norwegian roots. And everything had just started since then, growing this pack out until it became one of the biggest in the western part of the united states. A big pack, which also meant that this pack had a hospital, with real doctors and plenty of nurses to learn from. I came from a smaller pack, the Uley pack. They were located up north, but besides a pack doctor, we had no actual hospital or other places to practice medicine. I always wanted to become a nurse, so I volunteered for an exchange program, something neighboring packs often organized, to mingle their wolves and hoping that by doing so, true mates would be able to find each other if they wouldn’t find them inside of their own pack. While I had no intentions of finding my mate, I knew by coming here and working and learning in this hospital, I had a big chance that once I returned home with a degree in my hands, that I would be able to practice my skills as a nurse there. Our pack doctor was old, and often when he didn’t know what to do, sick people still needed to travel to go to the closest human hospital that they could find. Which wasn’t always handy, since us werewolves healed up much faster than humans. I started this program two months ago. We were now November and I had already made some friends. Lori, who was also a part of the program and who was also my roommate. We were sharing a small condo in a building that provided a place to stay for every wolf who was in an exchange program at that time. It was small, but nice. Me and Lori turned it into a little palace and I was happy to call it my home, for now. I even met a guy I was dating right now, Julian. He wasn’t my mate, I was sure of it. I had heard girls talking about meeting their true mate, the feelings that soared through your body, the air being sucked out of your lungs once you saw him, the need to always be together, the s*x being amazing… No, Julian was not my mate at all, but he kept me company. And it felt nice, knowing that someone actually liked me. I was just lucky that the guy was handsome with it. A lot of she-wolves around here had relationships, without being true mates, which sometimes led to awkward situations. Imagine kissing your boyfriend and your true mate walking by… So, besides the occasional dating, I kept to myself, in my condo. It wasn’t like I had a lot of free time anyway. I was in the hospital, working most of the time anyway. The time I did get off was mostly spent in my bed trying to catch up on some sleep, or with my nose in a book, studying, since you could never know too much about practicing medicine. I turned around as the door flew open and Lori came running in. She was late -as usual- as she almost fell into her locker, which was next to mine. I pressed my lips together as I held my grin back. Just any other Monday morning, I guess. “I am getting you an alarm clock for your Christmas.” I hummed as I placed my last items inside and closed my locker, leaning against it to look at Lori. Her cheeks were a deep red from running and she was trying to catch her breath, while she tried to change into her hospital clothes quickly. “I know, just shut up about it already.” She breathed out. I rolled my eyes as the door opened again and Dr Andrews came inside. Our jobs as of now were pretty simple. Every two or three nurses were assigned to one doctor, we followed him or her around, helping and learning as much as we could. And be their personal slaves on the side… On my first week here, my job was basically getting the man coffee every few hours. I hated that first week. Thank Goddess, the man had turned around and started to actually let me do something around this place, things that made sense to me. I was a nurse, not a secretary. But I still considered myself lucky, Dr Andrews was one of the best in the hospital. I felt honored to be able to learn from him. I knew some other interns weren’t that lucky. Dr Andrews was an older doctor. He had a grey beard and glasses which were always standing on the tip of his nose. And for some reason, the man never smiled. Maybe he wanted to come off as intimidating, or maybe he had just forgotten how to use his cheeks. Whatever the reason, I still feared the man. If he wanted to come off as intimidating, he did one hell of a job with it towards me. He picked up his glasses to read something on some papers he was holding in his hands. “Nurses Johnson, Davis and Garcia, come with me please.” His voice commanded, as his body was already turning around and leaving the room. Making myself, Lori and Priscilla run after the man. Priscilla was another intern, who lived in the same building as me and Lori, but a few stories down. She had green eyes and long brown curls, which inside the hospital walls, she was always wearing in a long braid. Can’t blame her, I have it in a ponytail all the time. Lori was still closing up her top as Dr Andrews stopped at the first door. “Nurse Johnson, the patient inside of this room needs to get her antibiotics, also check her blood pressure and temperature, we can’t have her getting another fever. Report to me when you are done for further assignments.” Lori nodded her head, making her black curls wobble on top her head before she breathed out an ‘ OK sir’, after which she turned around and stepped inside of the room. I looked at Priscilla, giving her a face. OK, so today is going to be one of those lovely days…