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I reach into my pocket and look at the screen.
"It's from the infirmary." I frown before answering the call and pressing the phone to my ear.
"Adam Moore speaking."
"Adam,"Healer Lydia sounds breathless and terrified on the other end, "can you come to the infirmary right now? Please."
"What's going on?" I ask sharply.
"Just come. Please."
The line goes dead, and I look at Robert. "Come on. We have to go."
"Go where?" He trails after me as I make my way to the parking garage in the basement.
The drive to the infirmary is a short one, considering I ignore all the traffic rules. After committing at least a dozen traffic violations, I pull into the empty parking lot of the infirmary, and when we get out of the car, Robert looks around surprised. "Is this normal? It's hard to find a single parking spot near my pack's infirmary."
I shut the car door, looking around, my voice grim. "No. It's not normal."
A scream has us startled, and then we're both running toward the source of the sound. It's coming from the outer building where the storage units are. The first thing we come across is a dead man, sprawled on the ground. He's covered in black garb from head to toe. Half his face is also covered.
The scream sounds again, and I recognize Lydia's voice.
It's coming from the back of the building.
Robert moves fast, but I shift into my animal form, my wolf at the forefront of my mind now. He moves at a speed that human eyes can't detect, and I see Lydia pointing a gun at two men in the same black garb.
I don't wait around to find out what's happening, immediately attacking the man closest to me. His partner jumps on me and is about to shift when Robert grabs him by the neck with his teeth, also in wolf form now, and snaps him in two.
I tear off my own opponent's head and then look around as Lydia sinks to the floor, shaking wildly.
When I don't see anyone else, I shift back to my human form and demand, "Are there more of them?"
She shakes her head. "I didn't—I didn't take her seriously."
"Who?" I crouch by the side of one of the dead wolves.
"Cynthia," she replies weakly. "She told me I should watch my back."
"She threatened you?" My head whips to the side to look at her.
"No, no." Lydia shakes her head. "She said I had stepped on the wrong toes by helping her and that she wouldn't come back here. I didn't take her seriously, but last night I was about to enter my apartment when I caught someone's scent from inside. I went to stay with my sister. And the whole day yesterday, I felt like I was being followed. That's why I asked Watson for a gun to protect myself. It's got silver bullets."
So that's how the man at the entrance died, I muse.
"What happened right now? And where are all the patients? There are no cars in the parking lot."
"I went to lunch, and when I came back, there was a notice on the door that said 'Healer Unavailable'.So whoever must have showed up, left. I would never do something like that. If I, or any of the other two healers is unavailable, we always have someone step in. The infirmary is never closed. I…" She rubs her hands over her face. "I tried to open the door, but it was locked. Then I heard a noise from the warehouse. That's when I called you. I felt something wasn't right. They ambushed me when I went inside the warehouse. I managed to—I used my gun to…"
A strangled sound leaves her throat, and I close my eyes.
Killing is one of the hardest things for a healer. They don't even hunt animals. Their regard for life is too great. For them, killing is a sin that can often drive them insane.
I rip the shirt off the man before me and tie it around my waist before approaching Lydia. "You had no choice. They were trying to kill you."
"B-But why?"
I'm silent.
