Callum sighs, like I’ve disappointed him, but to his credit he lets it go. “No, but I’m meeting our contact next week. Hopefully they’ll have some information for us.”
Typically they happen once a month. As far as we know, anyway. That gives us plenty of time to get Tyler transferred to his pack down south and Morgan gone.
I don’t realise I’m rubbing my chest until Callum gives me a pointed look. “Don’t,” I whisper.
He just shakes his head and opens the door.
I don’t follow him out. I need to get my shit together before I go and see Morgan. Being in close proximity when my baser instincts are so close to taking over is both dangerous and reckless. I can’t afford any mistakes where he’s concerned.
I take a seat at the table again and rest my head in my hands.
Closing my eyes, I focus on clearing my mind and calming my wolf. It takes way longer than it should, close to an hour according to my phone. I could blame it on Callum, but there’s no point even trying to sell myself that lie.
And I can’t put this off any longer.
With everything locked down tight, I finally head upstairs.
I seeFlint first as I approach the hospital rooms because he’s sat with his chair facing the door like he’s been waiting for me.
He shoots up and hurries over, putting his hand on my chest and backing me out into the corridor.
“What the?—”
“Before you walk in there,” he says softly, “I want you to know that it was necessary.”
I have no idea what he’s on about, but the scents coming off him have me immediately on edge. He’s nervous. When I glancepast him and see the empty bed where Morgan should be, I don’t fucking blame him.
My lip curls, rage simmering in my gut. “Where. Is. He?” He has about ten seconds to explain before I explode.
“Calm your fucking tits,” he hisses, stepping back and beckoning me to follow. “Just...” He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Try not to overreact.”
He gestures to the bed in the far corner.
For fuck’s sake,Flint.
“Listen,” he mouths and pulls me to a stop just inside the door.
By some miracle neither Morgan nor Nico have noticed us. Okay, Morgan I can understand but Nico’s a shifter, he should’ve sensed me by now. It’s enough to let Flint have his way and tug me to one side.
“Thanks,” Nico whispers, smiling up at Morgan perched at the side of his bed. “You can probably have your hand back now.”
“That’s okay, I’m not in a hurry to go anywhere.”
Now that I’m focused on them, several things hit me at once. Morgan’s voice is soft, gentle in a way I don’t recognise, but Nico’s has a rough edge to it that raises the hairs on the back of my neck.
He’s upset, distressed. Traces of fear linger in the air and the alpha in me strains to get to him, but Flint still has his hand on my arm. When I glance at him, he shakes his head, then gestures for me to follow him back outside.
I don’t want to.
But when we started this club, he was my road captain. The titles might not mean much anymore, but I gave him that position for a reason. Maybe this is club related or maybe it’s pack. Either way I trust him enough to force myself away from the scene in front of me and walk after him.
When we’re both outside in the hall, he gently pulls the door closed, effectively cutting them off.
It immediately sets me on edge.
A fact not lost on him.
“I know you want to get back in there, but I need to tell you something that might affect the way the vote went down.”
