DESPITE MY FRUSTRATION, I followed Claw to the nearest window. Something about the tension in his neck suggested he wasn’t being evasive just to get my goat.
Sure enough, Claw nodded with his chin toward the parking lot. “Enemy territory.” Together, we peered out at the bustle of the main hospital entrance, the flood of humanity resembling ordinary chaos until my wolf crept up to peer through my eyes.
There, she murmured, fixating on a thirty-something guy leaning against a lamp post. And there. This was a woman in an idling car, eyes on us just as ours were on her.
“Who are they?”
Claw’s eyes closed as he inhaled, then his gaze slid sideways as the lids reopened. “This is my fault,” he admitted. “I went overboard with the scent marking. Pissed off the locals.”
“Can we get past them?”
