He snorted. “Do you eat tainted meat?” he countered, arching a well-manicured brow. “I won’t bother any of your pets.”
My wolf stirred but didn’t jump at the bait in the way he would have a week prior when the moon was still waxing. He growled and bared his teeth, but he was far easier to disregard now. I pushed him away from the surface and let myself into the ER, ignoring both Piers’ irritating grin and my wolf’s urge for aggression.
It only took me a few seconds to find Cody King’s bed. He was covered in bandages and littered with wounds that still hadn’t healed. There was only one thing that could cause that much damage to a wolf shifter: silver. My upper lip curled at the implication.
I stared at the unconscious young shifter for a moment. Given the state he was in, I knew at once
