There was no more quiet in the infirmary once the Council got there. They were livid once they heard Sarah's thoughts. Source magic was considered almost taboo by the werewolves and I could understand why. The walls seemed to resonate with the threatening growling that kept erupting in the room.
When Joel and I left the infirmary later that night his mood had hit an all time low. He was seething mad and frustrated.
"Run with me?" I offered, hoping he would take me up on it.
We hadn't passed anyone in the halls that hadn't backed away from my mate. Several smaller men had actually showed their human throats until Joel passed. I needed to help him clear his head.
"No," he growled, "I would prefer to go to the gym."
I knew what that would mean. Hours in the infirmary patching up whoever
