Chapter 4: The Vault

"I'm not drinking it to die," I told the herbalist. "I'm drinking it so they can stop looking for me."

She let go of my wrist and nodded once.

Calvin walked me back to the SUV with his hands in his pockets.

He did not ask what I had bought.

We reached the tower a little before midnight.

Eamon's men took me down to the vault under the lab.

The walls were poured concrete, and blackout curtains had been pulled across every vent.

It was the night of the full moon.

For three years, I had spent this night in his arms.

The vault held a cot, a basin and a pitcher of water.

The door had a window of thick glass in it, and the guards locked it behind me.

I sat on the cot until Marla came.

She had a bandage across her scalp and two guards on her elbows, and she was fighting both.

"Five minutes," one of the guards said. "Alpha's orders. Then she goes out."

"Five minutes is fine," I said.

Marla threw her arms around my neck.

"Doc, I did the math on that inhibitor again. Please, please let me come with you."

"No."

"Your wolf's wounded. You'll die out there with nobody to catch you."

"Marla." I took her face in both hands. "You have real talent. I mean it."

I pulled my black formula notebook from inside my coat.

Every serum I had ever made was in it.

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