Chapter 9

There are monitors, tubes, and medical equipment everywhere. The room is silent except for my own footfalls and the sound of a "Beep.... Beep...." from the heart monitor.

I take a step towards Ethan's bed. My blood turns cold.

With the exception of his silver hair and knowing that it was him, it was hard to recognize him. There were claw marks deep across his forehead and his eyes, spanning his face. Gauze was covering most of it but it looked deep.

His chest was equally marred, as if a wild animal--or wolf--had tried to tear him apart. Gashes stripped his arms. The smell of blood was overwhelming. It wasn't Ethan's blood either. We had trained for long enough for me to recognize when my partner was hurt. This was someone else's. I didn't recognize it.

I looked away, uncomfortable at my own queasiness.

I found the medical chart, wishing I had just a little bit of Jasmine's knowledge to interpret what I was seeing. The paperwork doesn't make sense to me at all. Terms I don't under