Amelia’s POV
I worked the findings again and again, crunching the numbers and testing things on the computer without actually trying to make the concoction yet. So far, everything was turning out perfect. By all accounts, it seemed like this should work.
Excited, I took my report to the chemist, hoping to finally have his assistance. Without even looking at it, he grabbed my printed out report, crumpled it into a small ball, and tossed it across the room.
“A human is not going to solve this,” he grumbled. “The pack Beta needs a werewolf healer. Stop getting in the way.”
“You are wasting time,” I growled back, then hurried to pick up the report.
“I’m not the one with the delusions of grandeur,” the chemist announced, standing up from his chair. “You, ex-Luna, are the one wasting everyo
