“I think what will happen soon is you all will have to decide what kind of life he wanted for himself—and what kind you all want for him now,” I said, choosing my words carefully, showing him the deep end.
Lucas stared into the room. “How tactful of you.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” Lucas inhaled and exhaled deeply, as if waking himself from a dream. “He just needs to make it to the full moon. And the moon needs to heal him. It has to.”
“Why?”
Lucas made a face I couldn’t completely read. “His pack needs him.”
I would have asked more questions, only Gina came back around the corner with a barefoot boy in tow. “Here we go.” The boy was in extra-small scrubs; the sleeves hung down low, and Gina’d had to cuff the legs. The boy had bone-straight black hair with uneven bangs. The copper-yellow eyes that had looked fine on the wolf were now out of place—downright creepy. He seemed timid, hiding behind Gina’s leg. “Edie, meet Fenris Jr. Fenris Jr, meet Edie.”
“Hi, Edie,” Junior said, then to Lucas, “Was Mommy mad?”
“Not at you.” Lucas stood up and pointed to the chair. Junior sat down in it, and Lucas wheeled him away, so he couldn’t see in the door. “Let’s see if we can find another one of these. I bet they won’t mind if we run some chair races in that hall outside.”
Fenris Jr.’s face brightened at this. Lucas was driving him off in Gina’s chair when Jorgen came around the bend. He eyed us and Lucas darkly.
“What’s the meaning of this? I just got a call from Helen.”
“You left Junior here, alone.”
“I had some phone calls I needed to make in private. He was only alone for a bit.”
“It’s not that he was alone—it’s that he was here at all. Even as a wolf, he’s too young for this, Jorgen.”
“He’s his mother’s child,” he said. Lucas’s lips straightened into a line.
Gina cleared her throat to get their attention. “We strongly discourage child visitors.”
The bald man glanced at her, then back to Lucas. “We need to transfer Winter to a better facility. He’s not getting the best care here.”
I blinked. That was the first I’d heard of it. And to think, I hadn’t even bled him yet. Beside me, Gina stiffened in anger. Lucas stood straighter, letting go of Junior’s chair.
As if by magic, Meaty came around the corner to join us. “Is there a problem?”
Jorgen looked from one to the other of us. “She consorts with were-bears, and she’s employed by vampires. Neither of them is acceptable. They both should be replaced.”
Meaty appeared unfazed. “I would let either one of them care for me, myself.”
“You have poor taste then.”
“Jorgen, you forget your place,” Lucas said. “I know your loyalty to my uncle runs deep, but now is not the time.”
Jorgen looked at Lucas, and I remembered what Lucas had said that morning, leaning on my car, about bitten versus born. God, that seemed a long time ago. Jorgen looked like he was going to take a step nearer Lucas, then exhaled roughly, deflating.
“This nurse was one of the ones who found him. She saw the accident herself,” Meaty continued, as if nothing had gone on. “She’s been involved in his care since he first came here, isn’t that right?”
I nodded, because I knew Meaty expected it of me.
“Nurses found him?” Jorgen asked.
“Why do you think he’s still alive?” Meaty said.
“Did you see who hit him?” Junior asked.
“No,” I said to the boy. “I just saw the truck. I gave a report to the police at the time.”
“They need to get back to work, Jorgen. Take Junior upstairs to wait for Helen.” Lucas nudged the boy to Jorgen’s side.
Jorgen was still eyeing daggers at us, but I got the sense that he couldn’t disobey a direct command.
Junior peeked into Winter’s room one last time. “Bye, Grandpa Winter,” and then he looked up and to us. “Bye, Gina, bye, Edie. Sorry you didn’t get to pet me.”
I gave him a smile. “Me too.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
Without the boy and Jorgen radiating disapproval, the climate outside Winter’s room warmed again. Gina’s shoulders slumped, and she sighed. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom. Anyone want coffee?”
“Yes, please,” Lucas said.
“I’ll be right back.” She pushed away from her desk and stood.
“Anything I can do while you’re gone?” I asked.
Gina glanced at her chart and shrugged. “You can do a fingerstick.”
I nodded. “Sounds good.”
I turned to the isolation cart as soon as I could to hide my smile. A fingerstick was perfect. I’d go in alone, get a blood sugar on him, and keep the test strip afterward for Dren’s blood. I couldn’t have planned it any better.
Lucas came to stand beside me, startling me from my nefarious thoughts.
“He’s that bad, eh?”
“How do you mean?” I tried to sound innocent.
“He’s gone down from two nurses, one with a trank gun, to one nurse without a trank gun.” His eyes searched mine. “You all don’t think he’s getting up again, do you.”
“Um.” I inhaled, and exhaled, glad my expression was hidden by my mask.
“Let me guess. You can’t tell me.”
“It’s not that I can’t tell you, it’s just not my place. I might do it wrong. Hell, I might be wrong. I don’t know how the moon works on your kind.”
“Can I come in with you?”
Dammit to hell. I didn’t have a good excuse to keep him outside. “Sure. Why not?”
I got my supplies together at the edge of the room. Lucas walked in without gear on—what could happen to him if he got bitten, he’d become more were?—but being alone in the room with two werewolves made my cotton isolation smock feel a lot like a hooded red cape.
“So who was he to you?” I asked as I approached the bed.
“Frightening mostly.” Lucas stood on Winter’s right side, and I joined him there. “One Halloween as a kid I asked my mom if I could dress up as him.”
“That bad?”
“Worse, really.” Lucas looked down at Winter’s still form and shook his head. “He was willing to do anything to get his way.”
I didn’t know what to say. “I’m … sorry?” I guessed.
“He was the perfect pack leader,” Lucas said, going on like I wasn’t there. “He didn’t give a shit about anything else, anyone else—his life was the pack. Anything for the pack. He had to be tough. Cruel, even.” Lucas reached out to touch Winter’s face hesitantly. We hadn’t shaved him since his arrival, and his five o’clock shadow was becoming a low beard. “Goddammit—he lived this long. He wasn’t supposed to die.”
I uncovered one of Winter’s hands. I’d lance his finger and get blood while Lucas was distracted by his grief and—“Oh, no.”
“What?” Lucas’s attention spun to me. “What’s wrong?”
“It’s probably in the chart already. I just didn’t know—” Winter’s fingertips were turning black. It was due to
