I gave a sharp nod. “He’s been pushing for me to get to know Wren.”
His red brows shot up as curiosity crossed his features. “Really? The arctic fox shifter? Why’s that?”
“I don’t know. He says she’s special.”
Rowan looked thoughtful as he sat in the chair and leaned back. “The seer has said the same.”
“Yeah?”
The seer hadn’t been wrong as long as I’d been here, but I didn’t know what she meant by special.
“Not all women are evil, Rhett. You know that.”
My chest squeezed, and I reached up to loosen my tie. “I know.”
Wren wasn’t only innocent, but she was breathtakingly beautiful. Damien had been right. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, and she seemed to have no idea of the effect she’d had on those around her.
But enough about her.
“What’s up, boss?”
He rolled his eyes and forked his fingers through the unruly red curls atop his head. “I want you to set up an appointment with Wren, but also, I have a student waiting outside.”
My gaze swept toward the door, and I could hear the impatient tapping of someone’s foot. “I don’t have any appointments scheduled.”
“You do now.” He shrugged, climbing to his feet. “The student I need you to talk to is the werewolf found in the Bestial Forest. He was the first student attacked, and now that we know there is a known threat on campus, maybe starting with him could help us figure something out. Something tells me it’s more than the regular hierarchy-related bullying we usually see.”
Scrubbing a hand over my face, I nodded. “Yeah. I have an inkling you’re right about that. But he said he didn’t remember what happened, right?”
“You have a tendency to make others remember things or at very least to cope with trauma. Just give it a shot.”
I sighed, sifting through my drawer to pull out a blank file. “Send me all his info. I’ll do my best.”
“You always do.” He grinned and went to the door, leaving his hand on the knob as he turned back to me. “Keep me updated on Wren.”
My brows furrowed, but I nodded. “Send him in.”
He turned the knob and opened the door to reveal a tall as fuck, muscular werewolf. His head was shaved, and he had stitches crisscrossing the top of it. Light green bruising covered his body and face. There was an eye patch over his right eye, and I had a feeling it was because it was gone.
The guy wasmassive. I didn’t understand how anyone would’ve gotten the upper hand on a supernatural of that magnitude. I’d bet money that he could take on a phoenix and win, so whoever had done this to him was a bigger threat than I’d realized. They’d already killed a siren.
He was lucky they didn’t kill him.
I stood up and mustered a relaxed smile. “Come in and take a seat. Tell me a little about yourself.”
He stared at me without making a move to head toward the chair. “You’re just going to try to figure out what happened, but I’m telling you, I don’t freaking know. All I know is that both our bathrooms were occupied in our suite, so I headed to the bathroom out in the hall. That’s all I remember. Next thing I know, I’m waking up in the infirmary.”
“Yes, Gerry. We know that. I want you to just talk with Rhett. It’s procedure after any traumatic incident,” Rowan said before guiding him toward the chair and having him sit.
Gerry took up the entire chair, and somehow Rowan’s presence was stronger than the huge werewolf.
I dropped down in my chair and steepled my hands in front of me on the desk. “Try talking with me for a few minutes and if it’s not working, we’ll call it quits.”
He gave a subtle nod before Rowan backed out of the room and shut the door behind him.
“We’ll start basic. What’s your name, age, supernatural type, and special power?” I grabbed a pen and clicked it so I could start his file.
“Gerry Kings. Twenty-four. Werewolf. Strength on par to the ice and firedrakes,” he stated.
