Xander looked around the room, wondering whether he needed to be wary of something. It had become a habit for him and his beta to check the rooms before any of their pack members went in, but now that it was just them, Xander had to do it.
They weren't sure what they expected, but the sight that greeted them wasn't really it. The infirmary room smelled like a deposit box for medicine. It wasn't someplace anyone would want to be, least of all, them as werewolves who never really got sick.
The infirmary was disturbing at first because what the hell were the humans ever surviving on? This kind of stuff was terrible.
"Goddess, this place smells like a medical sewer," Elijah whined, as Xander just looked at him, trying to hold back his laughter. He knew if he laughed, he would have to inhale more of the stench in here, and frankly, he wasn't up for it.
