If Jack could make more of a difference as a wolf, then he'd have to stay that way until this thing was over. Once and for all.
He caught up with Ava the next morning at Park East Hospital, feeling nervous as hell. She was lying on her side on the couch in Lucy's office, cleaned up from her ordeal in the meat net and dressed in grey hospital pajamas like an in-patient. She looked like she'd been up all night, crying.
His heart sank like a stone. 'Ro?'
'He's doing okay,' she said, not meeting his gaze. 'He lost a lot of blood, but he'll pull through.'
'Thank God.'
'Paul's stable too.'
Jack nodded, standing awkwardly beside the door, uncertain of what to say. 'Have you been here all night?'
She nodded. 'The ambulance was still there when I got outside. Lucy vouched for me, and they gave me a ride here.'
'Would've been a long walk otherwise. Especially with one sneaker.'
