Moon Touched
I growled back, “Don’t pretend your mates aren’t magnets for mayhem, too.”
I could hear someone mutter, “I’m not touching that. I want to survive tonight.”
When we reached the hospital, it was chaos. Wolves raced through the halls, locking doors, securing patients. But all I could focus on was the snarling coming from the children’s wing.
We found them, Talon’s white lycan, Meesk, crouched next to Agnes’ brown wolf atop a tall cabinet like some feral-fur goddesses. And below?