Chapter 3The last time Amy had seen Dr. Abigail Feldsher this angry, she had been dressing down at a young werewolf who had eaten an entire jar of apricot jam on a dare, then went to the Howl to collect on his bet and collapsed in the bathroom.
Amy had taken him over to the clinic, filling out paperwork while the i***t got his stomach pumped and an antihistamine shot. Abigail had taken care of him, but she’d also given him a verbal thrashing for his foolishness before sending him on his way.
Unfortunately, this time, Abigail’s anger was directed at her, and Amy’s ears were still ringing a bit from the doctor’s shout of alarm.
“Leah was turned against her will,” Amy began, seeing Abigail’s eyebrows climbing higher and quickly added, “I don’t know by whom, but it wasn’t me.”
Abigail gave
