Chapter 11

Back at his house, Titus pinched the bridge of his nose as the doctor he'd mistakenly rescued continued to rail.

"It was real. It can't be real. Maybe her hallucinations are contagious." Dr. Bevin, who couldn't be left behind to speak to authorities or the media, paced Titus's living room, her blue suit rumpled, her hair falling out of its bun.

In direct contrast, Adara appeared perfectly relaxed on his couch, the giant head of the wolf resting on her lap. The damn thing could barely stay awake after the fight and used his animal wiles to get Adara to stroke him.

Lucky bastard.

"This is all a dream. But what if it's not? Then that's really a werewolf, and you're a - a - " the doctor stuttered.

"Dr. Bevin, you need to calm yourself," Titus said for the umpteenth time.

"Calm myself?" she shrieked. "There were demons. In my office!" The last part emerged quite shrilly.