Chapter 16

The realization that she had been the one setting the SSS on our heels all this time shut Ginger up long enough for Dr. Anderson to repair her brother and send us on our way with one bottle of antibiotics and another of painkillers. "With any other patient, I'd offer to keep him overnight," the vet said quietly as Ginger fluttered around her twin and Hunter scooped the wounded werewolf up off the operating table as easily as if the hundred-plus-pound animal was a grocery bag full of toilet paper. "But I really don't want to risk a wounded wolf waking up around people he doesn't know."

The man's eyes bored into mine, and the lecture I knew was coming created a near-solid wall in the air between us. I sighed and caved.