Doctor's Orders (Pounded By The Pack)(Steamy BBW Werebear Romance) by Willow Wilde Page A
Authors: Willow Wilde
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this is? You can’t just drag a man into my house ,” I furiously rebutted.
“You let us in,” the other mentioned. “You could have sent us away.”
Damn. Got me there.
“I…fuck it. What’s the matter with him?” I asked, pointing at the hunk that was keeled over on the couch. “He doesn’t look like he’s in good shape.”
“He has been wounded,” one of them told me. “He requires attention.”
“In the shape he looks like he’s in, this man ‘requires’ a hospital ,” I instructed them. “Why you brought him here instead of calling for one is beyond me. Let me take a moment to have an ambulance over.”
As I whipped out my phone and dexterously unlocked it in one hand, the strangers immediately protested. “You can’t do that. We can’t take him to the hospital.”
“No hospital,” the other repeated.
My eyes fell upon the wheezing, pathetic form on the man on my couch. “You are kidding, right? Look at him! He’s barely holding on as it is! You mean to make him suffer before he drops dead on you?”
The two of them looked sheepishly at each other. One finally piped up. “You see, the thing is…he isn’t exactly human. None of us are. Your hospitals won’t be able to help us, and they won’t save him. They won’t be able to tell that he’s sick.”
“…Not human,” I replied incredulously. Turning to study him for a moment, I didn’t spot any telltale mythical elements. “Well, he sure as hell looks human to me!”
“He is a shifter, like us,” he continued. “My name is Jake, and this is my brother, Kyle.” He motioned to the other stable young stranger, who grinned widely. “And he is Brian, the leader of our pack.” Jake was motioning to the crumpled man on the couch.
“A shifter,” I repeated, incredulous. “That explains a few things…”
It did. Shifters were still new to the public eye, and after the initial panic, the world was adjusting to the knowledge. After it became public knowledge that a quarter of Congress had close friends or relatives who came out as shifters, the backlash minimized considerably. The world was still trying to figure things out about them…but so far, there hadn’t been any attacks, any big riots, nothing like that. It was strangely serene. I would have never guessed that the news would be welcomed so much.
“How do I know for sure? Prove that you’re shifters,” I told him, crossing my arms. “You certainly look like regular men to me.”
Jake and Kyle glanced at each other, then back to their fallen leader, and rose up before me. The very air glimmered around them for a moment, before suddenly…
The men dropped to all fours, their bodies contorting and bursting with fur. As their muscles expanded greatly, and their mass wildly increased, their faces distorted outward into snouts and their digits grew sharp claws. Within a matter of seconds, the transformation was complete, and in my house stood two large brown bears, rearing up on their hind legs.
While I covered my mouth in astonishment, they transformed back into their human forms. I’d never seen a shifter in real life. I’d always imagined hulking, hairy monstrosities of men, but these men were nothing like that. They were at the peak of physical condition by the looks of them, highly attractive, and their eyes …how I was only just noticing their piercing green eyes, I didn’t know. They were far more Adonis than shaggy lycan , and I realized just how misguided I had been with my shaky opinions of them.
“Okay…I’m convinced…and you’re right. Nobody’s going to know how to treat him,” I relented. “But I can’t see anything wrong with him. What is it?”
“A spiritual attack,” Kyle explained. “He was wounded with a spell, and the magic is eating away inside him. It is a paranormal injury. We were battling witches nearby when one landed a killing curse on
“You let us in,” the other mentioned. “You could have sent us away.”
Damn. Got me there.
“I…fuck it. What’s the matter with him?” I asked, pointing at the hunk that was keeled over on the couch. “He doesn’t look like he’s in good shape.”
“He has been wounded,” one of them told me. “He requires attention.”
“In the shape he looks like he’s in, this man ‘requires’ a hospital ,” I instructed them. “Why you brought him here instead of calling for one is beyond me. Let me take a moment to have an ambulance over.”
As I whipped out my phone and dexterously unlocked it in one hand, the strangers immediately protested. “You can’t do that. We can’t take him to the hospital.”
“No hospital,” the other repeated.
My eyes fell upon the wheezing, pathetic form on the man on my couch. “You are kidding, right? Look at him! He’s barely holding on as it is! You mean to make him suffer before he drops dead on you?”
The two of them looked sheepishly at each other. One finally piped up. “You see, the thing is…he isn’t exactly human. None of us are. Your hospitals won’t be able to help us, and they won’t save him. They won’t be able to tell that he’s sick.”
“…Not human,” I replied incredulously. Turning to study him for a moment, I didn’t spot any telltale mythical elements. “Well, he sure as hell looks human to me!”
“He is a shifter, like us,” he continued. “My name is Jake, and this is my brother, Kyle.” He motioned to the other stable young stranger, who grinned widely. “And he is Brian, the leader of our pack.” Jake was motioning to the crumpled man on the couch.
“A shifter,” I repeated, incredulous. “That explains a few things…”
It did. Shifters were still new to the public eye, and after the initial panic, the world was adjusting to the knowledge. After it became public knowledge that a quarter of Congress had close friends or relatives who came out as shifters, the backlash minimized considerably. The world was still trying to figure things out about them…but so far, there hadn’t been any attacks, any big riots, nothing like that. It was strangely serene. I would have never guessed that the news would be welcomed so much.
“How do I know for sure? Prove that you’re shifters,” I told him, crossing my arms. “You certainly look like regular men to me.”
Jake and Kyle glanced at each other, then back to their fallen leader, and rose up before me. The very air glimmered around them for a moment, before suddenly…
The men dropped to all fours, their bodies contorting and bursting with fur. As their muscles expanded greatly, and their mass wildly increased, their faces distorted outward into snouts and their digits grew sharp claws. Within a matter of seconds, the transformation was complete, and in my house stood two large brown bears, rearing up on their hind legs.
While I covered my mouth in astonishment, they transformed back into their human forms. I’d never seen a shifter in real life. I’d always imagined hulking, hairy monstrosities of men, but these men were nothing like that. They were at the peak of physical condition by the looks of them, highly attractive, and their eyes …how I was only just noticing their piercing green eyes, I didn’t know. They were far more Adonis than shaggy lycan , and I realized just how misguided I had been with my shaky opinions of them.
“Okay…I’m convinced…and you’re right. Nobody’s going to know how to treat him,” I relented. “But I can’t see anything wrong with him. What is it?”
“A spiritual attack,” Kyle explained. “He was wounded with a spell, and the magic is eating away inside him. It is a paranormal injury. We were battling witches nearby when one landed a killing curse on
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