Moana
Swallowing my anger over Edrick’s sudden choice to leave me at the hospital overnight and chalking it up to him simply wanting to protect his daughter, I took a deep breath and opened the car door before stepping out.
I walked into the spacious lobby, where a secretary was sitting at a small desk. She shot me a confused look as I entered.
“Ma’am, this is a werewolf hospital,” she said, her tone of voice sounding flat and annoyed.
This angered me even more than what Edrick had said in the car.
“I know,” I replied, walking up to her desk. “I have an appointment.”
The secretary stared at me for a moment, looking me up and down briefly, before she returned to slowly chewing her gum and clicking around on her computer. “Name?”
“Moana Fowler,” I replied.
She clicked around some mor
