’ s not a punishment, Sera . ” Brian exhaled, starting to stand. “ I am sorry, but that ’ s Bureau rules. ”
“ Fine, call it whatever you want, ” I snapped as I threw my hands into the air . This couldn ’ t be happening! And , when panic sets in , I go with my gut reaction… anger. “ It still feels like a damn punishment! ”
“ I know it does, but yelling at me won ’ t change anything , ” h e threw back , moving toward the door to leave. “ It is what it is now. ”
“ What if I don ’ t change? What if I ’ m really not a shifter and you ’ re all wrong? ” I asked as a last ditch effort.
“ I don ’ t know, but if that ’ s the case, I ’ ll do everything in my power to get you back on our team, Sera. ” He shook his head , and I wondered if he even knew he was doing it. It seemed like a subconscious answer to my Hail Mary play. Great. Just fucking great.
“ I ’ m not going to a safe house . Y ou better not even try to put me in one of those. ”
“ No, you ’ re not going there, ” Brian agreed , quickly turning the handle and opening the door. I couldn ’ t blame him for wanting to leave as soon as he could. “ It looks like you ’ ll be discharged today. But promise me, Sera. If you ’ re having a hard time, or it looks like you ’ re going to change , c all the number they are going to give you. You don ’ t have to go through this alone. ”
“ Yeah, right , ” I snickered, completely pissed off and , I felt , rightfully so. “ After the level of support I ’ ve gotten from my own team, I ’ m going to rely on strangers. ”
“ I ’ m sorry you feel that way, but we did fight for you, ” he whispered as he walked out the door and closed it quietly behind him .
I let him go, what else was there really to say? I knew it wasn ’ t his fault, and I respected him for having the balls to face me himself. That didn ’ t change my situation or get me my team back.
Or squash the hurt I was feeling from none of them being here when I woke up. If Brian was right and it had only been a day , it ’ s not like it would have been crazy to expect some support or concern.
Well , if rest was all that I had to do to recover, I could do that from home. I got up and grabbed the light green scrubs that lay in a neatly-folded pile on the foot of the bed . Thinking about all the changes to my life in the past twenty-four hours, I got dressed. What kind of shifter was I going to be? That would be something I ’ d need to find out before I left. I had just finished pulling the clothes gingerly over my injured body when the door opened again.
“ Ms. Thomas, you r test results are back, ” the doctor said as he walked calm l y into my room, as if he had heard what I was thinking. “ I ’ m sorry, but you did test positive for l ycanthropy. Wolf, to be exact. ” His voice was quiet and soothing as he delivered the life-shattering news. He could have been telling me I had a mild cold.
“ Wolf. ” I uttered it so quietly that my ears barely even registered I had spoken as I felt my body sinking down onto the bed . Hearing the proof was so much worse than the maybes or speculations. There was no mistake or going back to my old life now. “ I ’ m going to be a werewolf. ”
“ Yes, Ms. Thomas, you are, ” the doc answered , looking very sorry for me. He had a good bedside manner at least. The empathetic gaze in my direction was better than I ’ d ever seen on a doctor when giving bad news. And I ’ d seen my share when either team members or victims were told their injuries. “ Is there anyone we can call for you? Family, or friends to come and get you? ”
“ No, there ’ s no one, ” I answered dully , standing back up. “ If you could just call me a cab and get me any personal effects I have here, I ’ d appreciate it. ”
“ Of course . ” H e realiz ed I was nicely dismissing him. Smart man. There ’ s nothing worse than people hovering after they