"You look terrible."
Juniper handed me a cup of coffee the next morning as I slumped into the chair across from her in the hospital cafeteria. She was right. I looked terrible because I felt terrible. After leaving Owen's office last night, I'd gone home and barely slept, my mind spinning with everything I'd learned.
Serena had tried to use me. Owen's past was even more tragic than I'd imagined. Someone was trying to break into the hospital. My wolf was bound by magic I didn't understand. And now Owen's ex-fiancée was back with mysterious information about a death that happened five years ago.
"Thanks for the confidence boost," I muttered, taking a long drink of coffee.
"Seriously though, are you okay? The whole hospital is talking about your performance yesterday during the mass casua
