Chapter Forty-Seven – Not My Day II
While standing there, Johnson’s nose efficiently caught the smell of wolfsbane that was wrapped under the clothes lying round. His insides churned.
“Doctor, open up or I’d kill you!” he slapped the door again, despite the slight burn the silver on it was giving him.
He heard a voice, down outside the window. He looked from the window and saw the doctor down, hanging his bag.
“So son, I have to head to the hospital now. I’d be back and please be gone from my home by then.” The man said confidently yet casually.
Johnson snapped. Was this man being serious? Leaving him in a wolfsbane room with silver and knowing he’s a werewolf? How’d he come out?
“Open this door, now!”
The man rolled his eyes. “You broke into my house. Break Out!” He began walking to his car. “You annoying werewolves. Stubborn and all.”
