Chapter 67: | High Spirits

Jane's dark eyes blazed into Ava's. 'However you dress it up, it seems to me that boy was turned 'wolf because of you. You're trouble. Stuck up, skinny-assed trouble, whatever dumb color you put in your hair.'

Before Ava could open her mouth to utter another word, a nurse poked his tired head around the curtain. 'You two – take any fights outside, please. You're disturbing the patients.'

'We're done,' said Jane. With a last filthy look at Ava, she stalked away, pushing past the nurse.

Ava listened to the click of her neat little footsteps dwindle down the corridor.

Only when the noise had stopped altogether and the nurse went back about his business did Ava allow the tears to fall.

*****

Jack awoke from a familiar nightmare, sweating and itching inside. He'd been running in his werewolf form, chasing after something that was always just out of view; never allowed to quit, his hunger building and building.