Chapter Four
Brennan
My phone buzzed as I walked back toward the Omega Ward.
Evan
Something’s wrong. You need to get her.
Me
Trying.
I checked my email again. There it was. I’d started trying to obtain the court order the moment they separated us from Grace at the hospital. It would cost me because this was the judge who helped me yesterday. But, I felt like she’d be sympathetic since she already knew some of Grace’s story. A vacation at one of my resorts for her pack was well worth Grace’s safety.
Guilt ate at me. Maybe we should have made Grace part of the pack sooner. No, Jett was right. Being cautious about bringing someone into the pack was normal. Also, the legal process of adding someone took time, especially with her falling under omega law.
How were we to know all this would happen?
The court order would work for now. Who knew what the universe would throw at us next?
No. I shouldn’t tempt fate like that. With Grace, the literal universe could throw actual things at us.
The delta at the double doors leading to the locked Omega Ward glared at me. “I told you, I can only let in someone who’s pack or an emergency contact, and not that guy who I was told not to let in.”
I showed him my phone. “This is a court order placing Grace Ellington in my pack’s care. I’ll give you any documentation you need. But please, let me in. She’s all alone and scared.”
He studied it. I showed him my ID.
“I’ll let you in, but they might not allow you to go to her room.” He opened the door.
“Thank you.” I went into the ward, which looked just as comfortable as the one in Rockland, with pastel walls, paintings, and soft music.
A woman in pink scrubs looked up at me from behind a desk. “Can I help you?”
“I’m here to see Grace Ellington.” I smiled at her.
Her eyes narrowed. “I won’t hesitate to throw you out like the other one.”
Once again, I showed her everything. She printed out a sticker with Grace’s name and room number on it.
“The officers left a bit ago, so I think you can go in? If there’s still an officer at the door and they don’t let you in, please don’t tackle them?” She gave me a pleading look.
Is that what Wes did? Not that I blamed him. If someone was keeping Evan or Jett away from me, I’d do the same.
“Of course, thank you.” I put the sticker on my shirt and went down the hall.
Two guys in pink scrubs were gossiping at one of the nursing stations.
“You brought the patient in 317 dinner, right, and called her pack? They said she could have her pack now,” a doctor asked as she walked by.
“Yes, I brought her dinner along with a blanket,” one of them nodded. “Her pack is unresponsive, I’m guessing that they abandoned her.”
The doctor frowned. “They’re probably busy with the pack member who is on the second floor. Maybe bring in Liz?”
“She’s gone for the day, but I’ll call for a social worker.” He waved her off, and the doctor hurried down the hall.
What? 317 was Grace’s room. I texted the group chat.
