“Sure.” I let out a sigh of relief.
Finally I'm getting away from him.
My finger tips touch the door when Kieth says, “Wait. I want you here,” Keith says without looking at me.
Emma glances between us, sensing the tension. “Up on the table,” she says to Keith.
He hops up and locks eyes with me.
I want to leave but then I think about his sickness. This could be my one chance to find out what's going on.
This time we're different, my wolf reminds me.
She's right. I have to be different this time and maybe I can do and put where it all went wrong and why I was framed.
I sit on the bench by the window, arms crossed. I don’t speak. Emma's eyes clash with mine and she raises a questioning brow to which I shrug my shoulders.
Emma starts the exam. She checks everything—pulse, heart rate,
