CLAW GROWLED. OR, RATHER, his wolf growled. Okay, time to get this party moving. The trouble was—I couldn’t tell the human contingent that we were fleeing from enemy werewolves. So I’d have to think of another excuse for rushing them past the danger outside.
Ignoring Benjie’s presence—after all, he already knew far more than was comfortable—I pointed at a third strange shifter who was sauntering back and forth in front of the hospital’s main entrance. “There’s another one. Will they come into the hospital?”
Claw shook his head in silence.
“If my students go out....?”
“Alone? Tomorrow?” Claw’s nostrils flared. “That’s been dealt with. The problem is here and now, near you and me.”
“They’ll stop us if we try to leave, you’re saying,” I clarified.
“They’ll try,” Claw ground out.
His wo
