Just as I’m pulling myself together, a link opens between me and Drake.
“Alpha, Luna, someone has released the doctor and knocked out the guards on duty!”
A growl tears from my chest. I spin around and sprint toward the cellar.
“Wait, Lilly! Wait for me!” Drake calls after me. He’s more worried about me than the escapee, but I’m beyond furious. As if that woman hadn’t caused enough damage already.
The scent hits me before I even reach the cellar—sharp, bitter, unmistakable.
“Wolfsbane,” I growl, storming down the steps. “Can’t you smell it?”
Drake swings the door open behind me, frowning. “No.”
“They were shot with it,” I mutter, already knowing what I’ll find. Sure enough, chaos greets us. Chairs splintered, the wall of tools in total disarray. Glass shattered. Tables crushed. Ever
