Page 25 of Wolf Unseen

Nope.

I wasn’t going there, no matter how much my stupid wolf wanted me to.

Shut up, I growled at her. That wolf is bad news. She whined mournfully and buried her nose under her tail. He’s no good for us, I reminded her. We deserve better.

But she refused to listen.

It took the candy-cane wolf all of two seconds to catch up with me.

“Don’t run off!” he huffed. “I said I’d fix your shoulder!”

“And I told you I don’t need your help!”

“And like I said, I can smell a lie a mile away!”

He pressed a hand against my lower back and steered me toward the healer’s office.

“They won’t help,” I scoffed as he gently pushed me inside. “My arm’s still attached.” The asshole ignored me.

“Hey, Bonnie, can you heal my friend?” The wolf smiled flirtatiously at the sour-faced witch slouched in a chair, reading the latest copy of Mage Monthly.

She scowled and then uttered a long-suffering sigh. “This had better not be another sex injury, Mr. Morrone. Principal Hawksley doesn’t pay me enough to extract lost butt plugs.”

I nearly choked on my spit. Goddess save me, I had questions. Like, many questions.

“Aww, Bonnie. That was only one time! And also not my fault!”

Bonnie rolled her eyes and examined me before huffing.

“Shifting will fix that,” she said dismissively before turning her attention to her crappy magazine. The cover photo of Tiberius Vane, the current leader of the Mage Council, looked heavily filtered. Nobody’s teeth were that white. And also, he wasn’t that muscular in real life. What a douche.

“I told you the healers wouldn’t help,” I muttered under my breath.

The stubborn-ass wolf shifter wasn’t budging. “Bonnie. I’m not leaving here until you fix my friend’s shoulder. He can’t shift, so he needs your help. Now get to it before I lose my patience.” I caught the steel in the alpha wolf’s voice, as did the witch.

She glanced up and smirked. “It’ll cost you, Mr. Morrone.”

Candy-cane wolf rolled his eyes. “How many crates this time? Two?”

“Three.”

The wolf laughed. “Damn, Bonnie. That’s some party you’re planning!”

Bonnie shrugged. “Fae wine is a useful blackmail tool, Tobias, as you well know.”

Tobias? Oh my goddess, this flirty, irritating wolf’s name had to be on the list Felix sent me, which made him a person of interest.

The witch stood, distracting me from my internal meltdown. “I’ll need them for this weekend.”

“No problem. Consider it done,” he said with a smirk. “Now heal my friend.”

I wasn’t a fan of witches. The few I’d met, apart from Tamara and the two in Trinity Falls, were in Tiberius Vane’s hype squad. Anyone who thought the Mage Council leader was an upstanding citizen needed a lobotomy, so enough said.

The witch pushed me down into an empty chair, using my useless arm to do so. The pain from the jolt sent black spots shimmering across my vision, and I had to swallow down the vomit that surged up my esophagus.

“A little care wouldn’t go amiss, Bonnie,” Tobias snapped as his friendly mask slipped.

But the witch just rolled her eyes again before placing her hands on my shoulder. I gritted my teeth, anticipating more pain. Instead, heat flowed from her hands into my body, easing the ache enough that I could finally relax.