The Woodland Packs

“Claire?” The nurse blinked and put the needle down. “She’s not working tonight but I may have someone else who could help you.”

I shuffled towards the shower room. “Please. I just need two minutes in the shower, then you can test me as much as you like.”

The nurse nodded and I jumped into the shower, scrubbing my trembling body with the sterile smelling soap and even washing my hair. Someone had left some shampoo in the stall and I couldn’t resist. I didn’t get the luxury much at home.

“Here you go.” Someone stuck her arm into the cubicle and offered me a fresh white towel.

I turned the water off and reached for the towel. “Oh, that’s heavenly! Thank you.”

The person behind the door laughed.

“What’s funny?” I asked, frowning at her, though she couldn’t see me.

Surely the fact that a hospital towel was the cleanest piece of linen I’d seen in my whole life wasn’t to be laughed at.

“I’ll explain in a sec. I was told you came in with no clothes. I had some spare yoga pants and a jumper in my locker.”

She placed the bag inside the bathroom, then shut the door again.

Tears pricked in my nose and I blinked them back.

“That’s… ah … so kind of you.”

I quickly dried my body and wrapped my wet hair up with the towel.

The yoga pants were the perfect size, though a little tight around my tummy, and the jumper was snuggly and warm, though way too big.

How tall was this woman?

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. I was red and blotchy, but clean and safe.

I’d take it.

When I stepped out of the bathroom there was a young nurse sitting on the bed.

She grinned at me with a lazy confidence I’d only seen in the extremely powerful shifters in my den.

All men.

“Um… I’m Celeste.”

She grinned. “Nevaeh.”

“Nevaeh…” I’d never heard of it.

“That’s why I laughed before. You said, heavenly. My name is heaven spelled backwards.”

I stared at her, wondering if she was joking.

She laughed. “It’s true. I used to hate it, but since meeting my guys, I don’t stress anymore.”

Had she just said “Guys?” As in, more than one?

She didn’t answer my question though, instead she pulled her cell phone from her pocket.

“I know you wanted to see Claire, but she’s at home. She’s pregnant and working less hours. Why did you ask for her?” Nevaeh’s tone was casual, but I had a feeling she knew why I was here.

“Ah… that’s great about her being pregnant.”