Had a door really slammed? Or was she jumping at shadows?
Elise quickly washed her hands and dimmed the light. She pressed herself up against the wall, heart beating fast. The wall was almost too cool through her scrubs, but it wasn't doing a single thing to calm her down.
Her instincts were telling her she wasn't alone. But her instincts tended to yell there was an axe-murderer hiding under her bed when it was particularly dark, so she didn't think they were doing her much good.
And so what if a clumsy security guard was out there? She had her Snoopy scrubs and an ID badge. She'd done this a dozen times.
It would be fine.
Mind made up, she pushed through the door that would take her back to the employee locker room and froze.
Whoever was making noise, it wasn't a security guard.
The medicine storage locker was busted open and looked like it had been ransacked by feral raccoons.
Which, okay, thiswasa wildlife rehabilitation center, so that was technically possible.
But they weren't treating any raccoons right now. And she was pretty sure most raccoons weren't stealing highly controlled substances.
Someone was stealing drugs from the wildlife rehab.
And she was the last one to swipe her badge.
Oh … fuck.
What was she supposed to do? If she called security to report the break in and her boss found out she'd been here after hours, she was going to get fired.
But if someone stole morphine and the police looked at the logs and saw her name, she'd getarrested.
Maybe she could find the culprit and make them return the drugs?
Yeah, because people who broke into the zoo to steal opiates were bound to listen to rational “please” from a woman covered in Snoopy.
Elise reached for her phone. She didn't want any crap from her coven, but she'd take the crap if she could have some help.Briana was a whiz with computers and tech-magic. Maybe she could wipe the logs or something.
Except Elise's phone wasn't in her pocket.
Because she'd left it in the locker, hoping no one bothered her.
Okay. Okay. Don't panic.
Elise just had to get to her locker, call Briana, and hide until this all went away.
Easy peasy.
Unfortunately, her heart was threatening to beat out of her chest, and she was pretty sure she heard footsteps getting closer.
Chapter
Three
In the threedays since his injury, Cole hadn't improved. No one could get ahold of Mark, especially not while maintaining the illusion that everything was okay.
Hugh had exhausted his first aid knowledge and every first aid kit they had at the pack house, and Nico had ordered him to sleep and stay out of Cole's room for twenty-four hours. He, Reece, and Javi were working in shifts, sleeping on the floor of Cole's room like it was doing something.
It wasn't.
Cole was getting worse by the day, and his room was starting to smell like it. Sick. Sweaty.Wrong.And there was nothing Febreeze and opening the windows could do to fix it.
