The peace of the infirmary is sudden disturbed when a group of Frost Fang wolves burst into the room. Two of the larger betas are carrying Whittaker, their arms linked under his. Whittaker is heavily injured, his typical white fur is stained a deep crimson. He’s laid on an infirmary bed and all the available staff rush over to him, before he passes out, he points to you. “You.” Out of all the doctors there, he chooses you. A wolf’s sense of smell is strong, he can smell your loyalty.