Page 77 of The Alpha's Huntress

I turned to everybody. “There’s something definitely wrong with her. She never growls at me.”

“Maybe we should take her to the pack doctor. We’re half canine and Midnight is full on canine. So what’s the difference?” Gina suggested.

I nodded. “Alright someone had to pick her up dispute her protest.”

“I’ll get her.” Blake volunteered.

He slowly walked to Midnight. She growled and snapped but Blake picked her up.

Midnight growled but didn’t stop him.

We all made our way to the pack doctor.

We set her on a hospital bed as doctor Linda started to examine her body.

“Luna, your dog is pregnant and she’s giving birth.” Linda smiled.

“What!?” I questioned. “Alright who mated with my dog?”

We all slowly turned out heads in Xander’s direction.

“You people are sick.” Xander pointed an accusing finger at us.

“Then what did happen?” I asked.

“So I might have taken her on a walk and I might have had a loose grip on her leash and she might have been missing for a few hours. When I found her I might have seen her with a German Shepard.” He explained putting emphasis on ‘might.’

“Xander, you might have gotten my dog pregnant!” I shouted putting emphasis on ‘might.’

“Hey I think it’s a good thing.” He put his hands up in surrender.

I glared at him and narrowed my eyes.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Xander asked with fear in his voice.

“No one plans a murder out loud.” I fake smiled.

Xander jumped back in fear.

“Artemis calm down.” Blake grabbed my hand.

“No.” I refused. “Lots of dogs die after giving birth. What if that happens to Midnight?” My voice cracked.

He pulled me into his chest. “Everything is going to be OK. Most dogs live. Just let her deliver her pups.”

“I can’t loose her Blake. She’s my best friend.” My voice kept cracking.

“Thanks, I feel appreciated.” Xander said sarcastically.

We all glared at him.

“Not the time. Right sorry.” He looked down at his feet.

“Luna, I will help her deliver the puppies but you all must leave.” Linda insisted.

“Are you sure you can do this?” I ask. “You’re a pack doctor not a vet.”

She nodded. “I’m sure.”

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