"This can't be a coincidence."
I stood in the hospital parking lot with Owen, staring at the address of the latest attack on his phone. Three blocks from my apartment. The victim was a young male werewolf who worked as a delivery driver. According to the initial report, he'd been making a drop-off when something attacked him from behind.
"We need to go see him," I said. "Maybe I can help heal the wounds."
"Absolutely not. If this white wolf is targeting people near you, the last thing we should do is have you interact with the victims. You'd be confirming whatever theory this attacker has about you."
"So we just let him suffer? Owen, if I can heal him and don't even try, what kind of person does that make me?"
He ran his hand through his hair, frustrated. "A smart one who values her o
