Mirellie
Immediately I stepped out of Head Healer Marcus’ office, I went out to find my driver so that I could borrow his phone to message Hannah.
She had remained the bridge between Evander and me ever since I moved out. It was easier that way. Less awkward. Less... complicated. I quickly typed out a message.
‘I need to see Evander. It's important. Can you help me arrange a meeting?’
Barely two minutes later, the phone buzzed.
‘He's at the pack house today. His schedule is full, but I told him you needed to see him about something important. He asked me to let you know he'll see you after you're done at the clinic.’
I read the message twice before giving the phone back to him.
The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of patients, charts, and hurried consultations. By the time my
