Could my brother-in-law have done such a thing? He was a bastard, but
this…
Old memories tore at me, and silence lapsed between us.
When the doors opened at my penthouse, the normal guards were gone,
waiting for Sam’s word to return. I carried Savannah up to the magically
warded door, which unlocked at my command and swung open. Hurrying
through the house, I gently laid her on my bed—a beautiful red and grey wolf
atop white sheets. She whimpered and set her head on her paws, then closed
her eyes.
“She’s still in shock, but I think she’ll shift back sometime tonight. I need
you to be here when that happens. If necessary, I’ll help her through, but
you’ll need to clean her up. Calm her down. Get her clothes. And if you have
to, explain what happened.”
Sam frowned. “I don’t think she’ll be happy.”
Savannah whined faintly.
A morose half laugh escaped my throat. “You think you’ve seen her
angry before? She’s going to be livid. Good luck.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Dig into some of our old books of lore and see what I can learn about
lycanthropy. And ways to reverse it.”
My wolf strained inside of me, and I felt my claws extend, but I pulled
them back.
A flicker of concern crossed Sam’s face, but she gave me a small grin.
“Okay. I’ll hang out here and wait for her to go nuclear while you go read a
book. Got it, boss.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Sam, this is vital. No one can know about this.”
“What about Regina?”
“Not now. I’ll tell her and Savannah’s guards as soon as possible, but we
have to control the information here. That’s your specialty.”
“Okay.”