44. What Runs in Her Blood
Norman
The meeting room smelled faintly of coffee, paper, and antiseptic. The usual mix when anything medical was involved. The fluorescent lights above cast everything in a cold glow, but I barely noticed. My eyes were on the screen, where a scan of Raven’s blood results was displayed.
Dr. Lira, the pack’s head physician, was hunched over a tablet, flicking through the results with tight lips and furrowed brows. Salt leaned back in her chair, arms folded, expression unreadable except for the occasional flicker of curiosity in her violet eyes.
I stood by the window, arms crossed, jaw tight. I had been there when Salt took Raven to the clinic. Raven hadn’t suspected a thing. She had smiled nervously, thinking it was a routine pack health check. And she had tru
