“They are mostly, but our wolves are susceptible to the same diseases that wolves in the wild are, and that’s why pups need vaccinations to prevent their wolves from getting sick.”
“Okay, did you vaccinate them also?” asked Tristan.
“No, because I couldn’t find any in the supplies Slate provided,” Mac said. “He probably assumed the pups got their shots because they usually receive them within their first year. I placed an order with Slate, and he assured me they’d arrive here tomorrow. However…”
“I’m beginning to dread your ‘however’s’,” mumbled Tristan, frowning.
Chuckling, Mac continued, “This one isn’t so bad…Ollie searched all the file cabinets, but hasn’t found health records for anyone…pups or adults. Do you know if they’re located somewhere else?”
Shaking his head slowly, Tristan said, “I haven’t found them, nor has Heath. I can ask Reeve if he has them.”
“Please…in the meantime, we’ll do a file for each pup as I see them. Ollie’s made a sign-up sheet for the parents. I want the youngest pups first, followed by each age group in ascending order,” Mac said, handing the clipboard to Tristan. “Also, I hope you don’t mind, but I asked Slate to include therapeutic milk drinks that will help any pups who are malnourished. It provides essential calories, vitamins, and minerals to help the pups’ bodies recover faster.”
Glancing down at the sign-up sheet, Tristan noticed it only pertained to the families who had pups. “I’ll have Heath get right on this,” he said. “Can you also do one for the adults? According to my grandparents, they haven’t seen a doctor in a long time.”
“Absolutely,” Mac said. “We’ll start with the older members first. I don’t expect to find anything, but it certainly won’t hurt to make sure. And it’ll allow me to create a complete health record for every member of your pack in case you can’t find them.”
“That sounds great,” Tristan said. “Having a healthy pack is one of my priorities.”
“Luckily, wolf shifters are hardy folk,” Mac said, smiling.
“Thank gods for that since Josiah was too busy lining his own pockets to give a damn about his pack,” Tristan growled angrily.
“You aren’t responsible for his actions,” Mac said, softly.
“And he isn’t worth your anger,” Ollie added.
Sighing, Tristan said, “I know…it just pisses me off. He was their Alpha…the person who was supposed to care for and protect them.”
“And now they have you—an Alpha they can be proud of,” Ollie said, smiling. “So you should stop blaming yourself for his actions.”
“My mate’s right,” Mac said. “My mother always said there wasn’t any reason to cry over spilled milk. What happened in the past is the past. Concentrate on the future and both you and your pack will prosper and be happier.”
Chuckling, Tristan said, “That’s what my mate says.”
“Wise man,” Mac replied.
“That he is,” Tristan said, as he headed towards the clinic’s door. Pausing for a moment before leaving he turned back and said, “By the way, congratulations on your mating.”
“Thanks,” Mac replied. Then, after exchanging a quick look with Ollie, he asked Tristan, “Do you mind if we keep our rooms the way they are until we leave?”
Shrugging, Tristan said, “I don’t see a problem with that. According to Jackson, Remy can restore them at any time.”Then, glancing at the clipboard in his hand, he added, “Once this is complete, Heath will leave it on your desk. Have fun tonight.”
Ollie waited until Tristan had left before grabbing his mate’s hand and pushing him into a chair. Then straddling Mac’s lap, he leaned forward until their foreheads touched before murmuring, “You were right…this was a good day.”
“Hey,” Mac said softly, “it’s not over yet.
“Mmm…I wish we could do this forever.”
“Do what?” asked Mac, unsure about what his mate meant.
“Run a clinic…like we did today. I didn’t realize how much I’d like it,” Ollie said. “I always thought I’d prefer being sent to different packs, which is why I joined Frontline Doctors, but I really enjoyed myself today. I felt as if I belonged here, which is something I never felt with Frontline Doctors. There, I always knew it was temporary. And yes, I know it’s the same here but…”
“It doesn’t have to be,” Mac said. “I’m sure Tristan would be happy for us to put down roots here…or maybe if Norm takes over the Ghost Bear pack, we could join up with him.”
Ollie’s eyes lit up at that thought. “You wouldn’t mind being a doctor to a bear pack?”
Leaning forward, Mac brushed his lips along Ollie’s before whispering, “I wouldn’t care where we were as long as you are happy.”