Book 18: Positive

Alex

The Beta of Aurorium levels me with a look from one end of a long, wooden table. The packhouse in the city is one of the only buildings that isn’t drenched in artificial neon light. A massive stone fireplace heats a wide, open room decorated rustically with animal hides and leather galore.

It would be comforting in a shifter-like way if not for my current situation.

The Beta flings a file toward me and folds his hands on the table surface.

“I’m sure you’re aware of the situation at the university,” I say, opening the file. “My lab is completely demolished. I can’t run–” I stop my voice in its tracks. The pictures on the top of the stack of paperwork in the file are of Laney and Dean Kanten. Laney in shambles. Dean Kanten in one piece, but pale, his body sunken in and distorted but in a way I find grossly famil