REID’S P.O.V.
I wanted to dump Shaun’s body off a cliff somewhere and forget about him.
I just couldn’t tell Natalie no.
Call it morbid curiosity, but if I had to put him back together, I wanted to know what the f**k happened in the first place—or I at least wanted to make an educated guess. I had never performed an autopsy. I was at least adept with a scalpel. I had a surplus of latex gloves, but that was as far as my PPE went.
Shaun was arranged on the table in my operating room at the pack hospital. My men had all excused themselves. I tasked my finest pack doctor with assisting me, but he wasn’t exactly sure of what I wanted him to do. So, I phoned a friend—a fellow med student, Elliot, who I’d befriended in Brooklyn. I knew he’d received specialty training, and I knew he wouldn’
