Chapter 34

Roman

Once Cybil was hooked up to saline, I casually walked through the automatic doors to the ambulance bay. I took a gentle sniff. I tried to differentiate the scents that lingered in the air as a mixture of different scents hit my nose. Humans, werewolves, something musty, even gasoline. But I could not smell anything definitive. I wondered if I should call Liv.

“You want to wake Liv up in the middle of the night, get her to drive the hour to Kempthorne because some old bat got you spooked?” Rue grumbled in her sleep then rolled over and let out a snore. Rue was right. There was no way Liv would come all the way out here without good reason. What as I going to tell her, that I saw a wolf on the security feed in a town full of werewolves? That an old senile woman claimed to know about werewolves, and she informed me that a friend had followed a wolf like some reversed Red Riding Hood?

I walked around the bend in the driveway and called Simon’s name. This was stupid. He was probably