Wesley barely remembered braking the car before throwing the door open. He ran fast… no, bolted… through the parking lot of the Amberose Supernatural Medical Hospital, heart hammering, mind racing.
‘Please be okay. Please be okay. I can’t handle one more thing going wrong.’ He prayed while running.
His wolf was pacing in his chest. ‘RUN FASTER.’
‘I am running!’
‘RUN FASTER THAN THAT!’
Wesley shoved through the glass doors, and the usual chaos of the supernatural hospital exploded around him.
A vampire in a velvet cloak complained dramatically about “too much sunlight in the waiting room.”
A fairy healer sprinkled glowing dust over a sobbing werewolf pup with a broken arm.
A wizard doctor argued with a centaur about insurance paperwork.
But Wesley didn’t stop. D
