Page 27 of Secrets and Ruin

“The hospital knows we know. They won’t mess with us,” I said, nodding at his idea. “Since my sister doesn’t work there anymore, it’s not like there are any surgeons running around committing murder.”

“What?” Ranger sputtered. Shamus was wide-eyed near him.

I shook my head, not feeling like explaining.

“What the fuck is wrong with your family?” Shamus muttered. “And which werecat works there? You only have the two sisters, and one of them seems too off her own rocker to be a surgeon, but it’s not Zuri.”

“Human sister,” I finally said. “My twin, actually. We don’t really talk anymore. None of that is the point. Mygi won’t care that the pack is rogue or that Heath is an Alpha outside of Callahan’s control. They’re neutral. They won’t take sides because they don’t want to be destroyed for picking the wrong one. They see what they do as greater than our politics. It rubs some people the wrong way, me included, but we can use them for this.”

“And we will if smelling salts don’t work. I don’t want to hire some wandering witch or fae to come in and potentially mess this up worse.” Heath reached out and brushed his hand over Teagan’s forehead. “Why don’t all of you take a walk? I’ll watch these three. Go clear your heads. Shamus, do you mind if I make the boys your responsibility once they come back from dinner with everyone?”

“I’ll take them, and I’ll keep them safe,” Shamus promised as he stood up. Ranger followed him out, his walk beginning to look natural with his prosthetic.

“Landon, don’t do anything brash.” Heath’s words cut through the room, stopping Landon from following the others.

“I’ll stay with him.” I kissed Heath’s cheek as I passed him. “He’s safe with me.”

“He’s going to want to burn the world down to get Dirk back by his side,” Heath said, as if I didn’t understand that.

“Just like you tried to do for me?” I asked, remembering how my werewolves were the ones who’d found me when the enemies of my werecat family finally tried to stage a coup.

“Yes.”

“Landon will be safe with me,” I repeated, giving Heath a long, slow kiss.

His hand wrapped around my waist, and he sighed heavily when I finally pulled away.

“Okay.”

I left with Landon, walking to the trail, him following silently. Once we were over a hundred yards away from the house, I stopped walking and turned to look at the silent werewolf following me. He gave me a hard glare.

“It was Fenris,” he growled.

“Get me the evidence, Landon.” Like Heath, I wasn’t ready to throw Fenris under the proverbial bus without it.

“If I can?”

“Then I will hunt him down to the ends of the Earth with you. You have my word on that.”

He knew my word meant something.

12

CHAPTER TWELVE

HEATH

The smelling salts didn’t wake Heath’s werewolves. He hated everything about the situation. One of his pack was nowhere to be found on the other side of the world. Another was missing, leaving a crime scene in his absence. Three were magically unconscious, and he needed outside help to wake them.

Heath knew he couldn’t solve every problem. There was no possible way. The health of the sleeping werewolves had to be his top priority. The longer they stayed asleep, the more likely it would become that they couldn’t wake at all.

With that in mind, he found the number for Mygi and called after he convinced the others to go for a walk. The smelling salts didn’t work, and he wasn’t willing to do real harm to any of them to see if it worked. Landon slapping Carlos in an attempt to rouse him was all Heath was willing to allow in that vein.

“This is Becca at Mygi Hospital. May I ask who’s calling?”

“Heath Everson, Alpha of the Everson Pack. Rogue.” He knew what they wanted to know and gave it to them.

“How can Mygi Hospital assist you today, Alpha Everson?”

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