“One…”
The council leader’s voice echoed through the clinic door.
Nobody moved. Nobody breathed.
I could hear everything outside. The shifting of feet. The quiet whispers. The slow heartbeat of every wolf waiting in the darkness.
“Two…”
My hands tightened into fists. They were not here to attack. Not yet. They were waiting. Waiting for me to make a move.
“Three…”
Mike looked at me. “They know your name.”
I nodded slowly. That was the part that bothered me the most. They did not just find the clinic. They found me. Did I lead them here?
“Four…”
The doctor stood near the entrance, his eyes locked on the mountain ash line. “They tracked you,” he said quietly.
I looked at him. “What?”
“They must have put a tracker on you or something and they must have followed your trail.”
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