Chapter 15
We flew down hospital corridors. Me and Benjie, united by a need to find the Madisons before they could tell anyone that werewolves existed.
“No running!” a nurse scolded us. But our destination was in sight, and we didn’t falter. The waiting room opened off the corridor, full of students and shifters. My gaze, despite every effort to the contrary, flew to Claw.
He was bruised and scratched yet full of animal grace as he turned away from the window to face me. I smelled Theta and Harry guarding the entrance, but I didn’t bother glancing in their direction as I passed between them. Just raised my eyebrows at Claw, questions written in the furrow of my brow.
He didn’t speak in my brain the way he had at the gas station—he didn’t need to. Instead a single head shake said everyt
