Flashes, street lamps going by, movement again, talking, the smell of cats, dogs, barking, the sterile smell of chemicals, pain. Every blink brought a new moment for Shannon, as if she were watching a youtube video with a terrible internet connection. When she opened her eyes again she could hear chirping again, it sounded like birds talking together mixed with human words. She opened her mouth, feeling how dry everything was and slowly turned her head to see a large man in a white coat with yellow feathers going up his neck followed by white covering his face with a black beak, and a mane of blue feathers flowing down his back.
"I see your awake." His feather's shimmered in the dim light of the room, he placed a wing like hand on her forehead before walking away and coming back with a small cup of water. "You are lucky, a member of my flock found you and your friend while driving home, too much longer and the silver shrapnel would have burned it's way into an artery."
"Silver?" Shannon repeated, her head swimming as she swallowed the water, coughing slightly as it dribbled down the side of her face.
"Silver is deadly to were's if it enters their body, it prevents healing, burns through muscle tissue, and can destroy organs." The doctor glanced over at the few flakes of silver on the tray laying next to Shannon and let loose a few clicks and chirps that she could not even hope to understand. "You angered some very powerful people, my flock is already making plans to get out of town."
Shannon slowly sat up, she made sure to hold her hand to the sheet covering her chest as she sat up to protect her modesty. She could feel the wolf inside her working overtime to heal her body. Already the bullet wound from hours before was nothing more than a small scar. "You don't have to go, maybe your flock, my pack, we can work together." Shannon asked trying to look hopeful.
The bird doctor cocked his head as if considering the request for a moment as Shannon looked around the room for some sort of clothes. "This is an animal hospital child." The doctor ruffled his feathers and used his wing like hands to tie the sheet into a makeshift hospital gown. "You can use my cell phone to call your pack mates to bring you some clothes." He offered, stepping out of the room to go and get it. As the door opened Shannon caught sight of Noah curled up in a chair outside, fast asleep. He had risked his life to try and save her's.
Her breath caught in her throat as the doctor came back with the phone, a glance at the screen told her it was the middle of the night, she could only hope the pack was still up. "When they come I want to talk about working together." She said, her eyes turning gold with determination, when the doctor did not respond she turned back to the phone and began to dial.