e Hans

oors of the medical center, where the sharp s

eads low as Callan stormed past, terrified

topped outside the Intensive Care Unit. Through the glass wa

double doors, his icy gaze sw

ce was acadaverous gray, dozens of tubes were hooked into his chest, and

eeking of overpowering white rose perfume. It was Bernadette Rollins, a wealthy pack socialite w

alk in, she squeezed out a few cro

with fake exhaustion. "I've tried every advanced serum we have, I haven't sl

Callan's arm for comfort, but he stepped side

as foolproof, Bernadette," Callan said, his voice dan

lips. "The toxin mutated unexpectedly! No modern medicine in the world c

r own incompetence, I couldn't hold back a shar

e a slap in the face. Instantly, every singl

m, looking at me as if I were a cockro

muddy combat boots. "Who let this street rat int

her. He simply stepped aside,

to take over my grandfather's t

wo seconds before bursting in

hasn't even graduated high school! Worse, I can't sense a single trace of wolf aura on her-she's a defective

on. "This street con artist is just here to scam money from the Romer

nd the bed quickly nodded in agreeme

even have a medical license badge! Throw

t fools, I walked straight past them to the edge

swollen, pitch-black vein on the right side of the old ma

rned around, and looked d

rotic blood parasites. And the high-nutrient serums you've been pumping into his IV for the past

hite as I hit the nail right on the head. Emba

he screamed, losing all her noble grace. "Guards! Guards! Arrest this craz

m, their hands on their weapons. Yet under Callan's freezing

allan, crossing my arms over

r you tell these useless idiots to get the hell out so I can sa

m face and Bernadette's twisted expression,