Renee
When Bentley Howser Brooks went striding out of the trauma ward, I decided to chase after him. I still had a lot of questions to ask him. And of course, Wilson was right on my heels. “Hey! Wait up, Mister! I’m not done talking to you!” I shouted after him, earning myself a few disapproving glances from the nurses at the central desk.
He kept on walking like he was just going to ignore me, but I caught his elbow and used my werewolf strength to yank him to a stop in the hallway just past the nurse’s station. He turned toward me with an irritated sigh. “What do you want, Miss Forest, besides to smear my character and sully my good name?”
“I want to know why you were trying to pass me drugs at the club.” I said, releasing his arm just so I could prop my hands on my hips. I was
