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“He reminded you of someone.” It was a statement rather than a question.
“Dr. Jenkins. He’s Pack Silver’s personal physician, though, in my experience, he does more harm than good.”
Doctor Jenkins just went on the top of my shit list.
“He’s the one who set your shoulder without pain meds?” I couldn’t quite keep the growl out of my voice.
“Among other things.” She dipped her head, shielding her face behind a curtain of wavy brown hair.
I almost laughed wryly, anticipating the moment the others got hold of this information. Especially Hades. We’d have to restrain him from going on a murderous rampage. Then again, letting him loose tempted me.
One way or another, the doctor would pay.
That was five names. Five people who’d harmed Demi. Five lives that needed to be destroyed.
Lost in blinding rage, I led Demi around the corner, not truly seeing anything but red.
She bumped into a tall, wiry man with slicked back, brown hair who scowled down at her like she was scum on the bottom of his shoe. An official-looking badge was pinned to the breast pocket of his button-down sporting the OMA’s infamous logo, along with his name—Issac Rigby. He carried a clipboard and had a Bluetooth headset attached to one ear. There was nothing overly defining about him other than a scar cutting across the knuckles of his right hand.
“Watch where you’re going,princess,” the man, a Beta, spat. A beat later, he paused and narrowed his eyes further. Something akin to interest flickered through the dirty brown depths when Demi got the courage to lift her face and apologize.
A growl tore from my throat in warning. “No one talks to my mate that way,” I snarled.
At the same time, Demi stuttered, “S-sorry.” Her voice was meek, her body trembling.
I pulled her around to face me, cradling her against my chest as I glared at the bastard until he reluctantly moved on, striding down the hallway, engrossed in his phone.
Demi froze. Her hands were ice, and her complexion, which had already been pale, went positively white.
“He’s gone.” I worked to ease my voice from the angry bark it had been to something calm and soothing.
“I... I think I know him.”
“What? How?”
She closed her eyes, shivering and breathing in short, shallow bursts. A moment later, I realized she was reliving a memory.
“I think he was there that night.”
I didn’t have to ask which night she was talking about.
I wasn’t the best fighter in our pack, but I could hold my own. I was already turning, prepared to throw punches, but the man disappeared down another hallway while Demi grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the waiting room.
“Demi, Love, I need you to let go.” My teeth were gritted, my tone furious. Not at her, but athim.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew it wasn’t worth jeopardizing Demi’s safety to satisfy a vendetta. I needed to get her back to the safety of our pack. Then we needed to get the hell out of here. As tempted—so damn tempted—as I was to track the bastard down and give him a taste of his own medicine, reason won out.
Demi first.
Jamison was already on his feet as she dragged me through the doorway and back toward our pack, easily reading the distress in her pretty green eyes.
“What’s going on?” he demanded.
Sucking in a deep breath, I whipped around with fury radiating from every cell in my body. “We need to leave. Now.”
“We don’t have the paperwork yet,” Leo countered. “Ava should be out short—”
I cut him off. “Demi’s in danger.”
