"Fine." Zayn pulled his hands away and looked at them in amazement. "Let's go and find this bastard."
As much asI hated carrying weapons, we would have been stupid not to arm ourselves. If a vet was collecting wolves, he probably had weapons of his own.
I pulled into the parking lot of an office building next door to the vet clinic. It was out of sight from the front of the vet building so he wouldn't see us pile out of the SUV. From the information online, the clinic had normal business hours and an emergency number that could be called outside of those times. It was close to closing time, and judging from the parking lot of the vet, there were still three people inside the vet’s office.
Sullivan unhooked his belt and turned in the passenger seat so he could see Zayn and Wren in the back. "So, how are we going to do this? Waltz in there and demand answers?"
"That's what I should have done as soon as I got here. If I would have come here first, I would havesmelled what he was up to." Wren released a heavy sigh.
"There's no way you could have known he was involved in anything." I turned in my seat and looked back at her. "I didn't think to investigate any further either."
Zayn crossed his arms over his chest. "Can we go beat the shit out of him now?"
"If he sees the four of us walk in there he's going to freak out. He probably knows me and Zayn." I rubbed my hand over my face before turning off the SUV and pocketing the key. "What if I shift and Sullivan carries me in like he found me somewhere."
Wren sat up straighter, a smile spreading across her face. "Then while he's distracted with the excitement of a wolf, Zayn and I can secure the entrance and make sure no one else is in the building."
"What if he tranquilizes you?" Sullivan was the only one that seemed unsure of how we were going to infiltrate the vet's office.
"I'll shift back before he does." It was a possibility for sure, but the vet would also have to get a tranquilizer out first.
Two women dressed in scrubs came out of the vet's office, locked the door, and got into their cars,leaving only a truck in the parking lot. It was time for us to make our move.
"Here." I handed Sullivan my key and then climbed over the center console into the back seat, where I grabbed Wren's face in my hands and gave her a quick kiss. "Be careful."
"Me be careful? You're the one that's shifting." She took my shirt from me after I took it off and folded it. "He's going to shit bricks when you shift."
"Let's hope not." I shimmied out of my pants and boxer briefs and shot a glare at Zayn. "Please try to keep yourself under control."
"I can only try." Zayn shrugged.
That was going to have to be good enough. I shifted, my wolf scrambling to stay perched on the backseat between Zayn and Wren.
Zayn and Wren got out and Sullivan came around to carry me. It wasn't in my nature to pretend to be injured, but I tried my best to let my body lie limp and to keep my eyes closed.
"You aren't as heavy as I thought you'd be." Sullivan was moving pretty quickly to the clinic. He stopped walking and kicked something several times—which I assumed was the door. "Here he comes."
The lock tumbled and a small chime rang as thevet opened the door. "Woah! What do you have there?"
Sullivan started moving again and the door shut with a whoosh. "I think it's a wolf! I hit him with my car and I didn't know what to do besides bring him to the nearest vet."
Sullivan wasn't going to win any Academy Awards, that was for damn sure, but the vet seemed to buy it. "Bring him this way!"
Another door was opened, and a cacophony of barking started as Sullivan followed the guy. "Do I need to call a wildlife place or something? I figured since wolves are similar to dogs, you were my best shot at saving this guy."
"No, you brought him to the right place. Go ahead and put him on this table here and I'll get him sedated before I take a look." It sounded like he patted a metal table.
"Do wolves take the same sedation as dogs?" Sullivan put me down on a cold metal table and I repressed the growl that was threatening to rumble in my chest. My wolf was not liking the situation at all.
"Something like that." I could hear him opening drawers, and Sullivan lightly smacked my muzzle to signal it was time to make our move.
I opened my eyes and shifted as the guy was turning with a needle. In his shock, he dropped it, and I lunged for him, pinning him against the counter.
He paled and opened his mouth to scream, but Sullivan clamped a hand over his mouth. "Listen here, fucker. You aren't going to scream or try to fight us, or I'll have my buddy here shift back and tear out your motherfucking throat. Do you understand?" Sullivan kept on surprising me.
The vet's eyes widened in fear, and he nodded, his eyes going to the exam room door when the front door chime rang. A look of hopefulness passed across the vet's face.
"It's cute how you think someone is coming to help you. Grab that chair in the corner. We'll tie him to it with some leashes." I let him see my teeth with my fangs still out and he looked like he was about to shit himself.
