I study the large, imposing building as we approach, my brow furrowing slightly. The sleek, modern architecture is striking, but it's the logo that catches my eye—a stylized wolf's head, rendered in shades of gray.
"This is one of our pack's facilities," Clayton explains, no doubt noticing my curiosity. "A hospital, of sorts."
A hospital run by shifters? The concept is as unsettling as it is intriguing. I can't help but wonder what sort of medical practices they employ here, how different they might be from human hospitals.
Clayton ushers me through the ambulance bay, and I can't resist glancing around, taking in the flurry of activity. Nurses and orderlies bustle about, their movements crisp and efficient. For a moment, it all seems so... normal. Like any other hospital.
