Chapter 17
Martha was pacing back and forth in the space between Kendra’s desk and Theo’s office. Danny was sitting in a chair, his back against the wall next to Theo’s office door. “It’ll be fine,” he said.
“They’ve been in there a long time,” she said. “Why did he build his office with such thick walls?”
“Because werewolves have good ears. Sit.”
“I can’t. I’m too nervous.”
She stopped at the sound of a door opening, but it wasn’t the office door, it was the hall’s front door. For a moment the person entering was cast in stark silhouette against the early winter sunlight. Mid-November and the snow had finally started to fall. The door closed behind Kent. He crossed the hall, hands in his coat pockets, hat pulled down low over his ears. His nose and cheeks were rosy.
“Hi Martha,” he
