The stairs creaked as we made our way to the basement of the pack house, and the hair on th e back of my neck stood on end. It shouldn’t have been creepy, but it was quiet. The pack house was never quiet.
I weaved through the hallways with Zuri beside me. She hadn’t asked anymore questions, and she looked lost in thought. I decided not to bother her and focused on the task at hand.
The sent of sterile hospital equipment hit my nose, and I couldn’t help but wonder why wolves would sanitize anything. It’s not like they get infections. Other than when they’re dying of a hex.
Someone popped out of a room, a man with a professional look to him.
“Are you a doctor?” I asked before I lost him. He blinked at me with the same worried face Zuri and Ezra had given me. “I’m fine; I need to talk to
