KROSS

The hospital smelled like old metal and bleach that had failed to do its job years ago, stinging my nose and making my wolf irritated.

It reminded me of something I was trying my hardest to forget, something I was distracting myself from: Silas.

I had told Gabriel to contact me only in emergencies, and since he hasn't, I guess Silas was fine. But I still didn't like thinking, because it wasn't actually a sweet thing to think of.

But Silas wasn't the reason I was here today. He ...