Lisa's POV
Dr. Johan’s office was nothing like I expected.
For someone who supposedly specialized in werewolf pregnancies and supernatural medicine, I’d pictured something gothic. Dark bookshelves. A fireplace with a suspicious glow. Maybe a skull or two on a desk.
I mean… I thought the same about Ronan’s estate too. Maybe I needed to re-evaluate my assessment of werewolves. They'd strangely been more normal — in tatse at least — than most humans I'd met.
He waved us in with an odd flourish of his clipboard, his coat flapping behind him like a cape. Once seated, I finally got a good look at him and realized he wasn’t nearly as old as I’d assumed. Maybe early forties, tops. Clean-shaven, round glasses sliding down his nose, and a kind of energetic bounce to his steps like he’d been hold
