Noah, a very good assistant, must have seen that she needed someone to run interference. He picked up the phone to answer it himself.
“Healer Amanda’s office. Oh. Hello, Mr. Jeffers. No, we don’t have that cure yet. No, we don’t have him stabilized enough yet to wake him.”
Even without my hyper sensitive Alpha wolf hearing, I would have been able to hear Mr. Jeffers’s reply.
“Get off your ass and do something!”
I recognized that voice. That was Ken, the middle son. He was a socialite, always at the parties, ever a trickster and playboy. I supposed it was nice to see him finally taking something seriously. It was a shame it came with his father on death’s door, and that it was manifesting by yelling at the people who were trying to help him.
Noah handled the yelling with professionali
