CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
FAITH’S POV
I watched a whole day crawl by, cops not moving away from the hospital while journalists camped outside, waiting to get a piece of the news that was now trending in every radio and Tv station, not to mention the Town’s paper. Eventually, the Sheriff along with a senior detective from the station stepped out of Angel’s room.
“What do you think they found out?” Norman whisper-asked as the two men walked out, whispering among themselves.
“How should I know?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t you werewolves have some kind of super hearing or something?”
“That doesn’t mean we have to eavesdrop every single thing that happens around us. Where the hell is Lucian?” I glanced at my watch, realizing it was three-forty in the evening. Lucian had been forc
