The Wolf's Witch (book 1)

27. You and the Alpha

Kaitlin:

Deranged lunatic. 

Stupid deranged fucking lunatic. 

I sweared at Sethan in my mind for the millionth time. 

Just when I thought I'd got rid of him, he stalked me, threw a hissy fit in my shop because I one upped him and now offered his wolves to take shifts outside of my shop on ugly bright neon green lawn chairs with tiny pineapples on them. 

I didn't care anymore. 

I let Jared follow me to the morgue. Apparently, Jared got promoted to guarding me and it was a huge, important thing. Javier asked me to play along and I had but only because Javier offered to do my dishes for three months regardless of moving out long ago. 

I hated washing dishes. 

Noah's text to come see him immediately had startled me awake and dragged me out of bed. He never texted me unless I didn't show up to collect. 

I walked in with my guard raised. Aside, some newer ghosts, everything seemed to be the usual.

I could've clearly grabbed coffee before coming. 

"Know any werewolves with six fingers?" Noah asked, voice pulling me out of my self pitying. 

I almost laughed. Almost. Somehow I managed to keep a straight face and replied, "Did your father by chance make the six-fingered man a sword?" Confusion shone in under Noah's feathered blonde lashes, "Really? You've never read or watched Princes Bride?" 

Noah, the Queen's half-fae mortician, shook his head slowly and I huffed in exaggerated sorrow. Then I let my eyes flicker down to the nude corpse exposed in front of us on the cold table. He'd called me over here citing an emergency because humans were getting mauled. I hadn't expected the suspect to be an alleged six fingered werewolf. Considering the victims were dead and there was no werewolf in sight, this could clearly have waited until more decent hours.

I voiced my disappointment, "This couldn't have waiting until morning?"

"It is morning." he pointed out making me grimaced harder at him. Yes, technically 3 am was morning.

Noah flinched and zipped the black bag around the corpse, covering it back up, "I'm sorry. I know you hate being here but this is important. I won't say anything. Just tell them to stop. At this rate we won't have enough organs and the fae would start to wonder."

Noah didn't know but the main reason I usually dashed out of there wasn't the corpses, but the ghosts that were hanging around him and the rest of the hospital.

I zoned in on him and tried to block out the newly dead ghosts around them. They had yet to comprehend that they were dead. I let out a hiss as one of them walked through me repeatedly. He was trying to come to grips that this was real and he was dead. I had to resist the urge to send him blasting. If I did, the other ghosts would know I could see them. I didn't have enough ammo for all of them and salt only sent them away temporarily. The amount also differed on the type of ghost. I'd draw their attention and they would be back to haunt me.

Noah took a step back from me and the table between us. I realized my glare had intensified and my eyes must've flashed white. I tried those breathing exercises that Devlin teased me for and tried to make sense of Noah's words.

"What?" I asked, confused. He made it sound like I had something to do with the corpses.

"Look. I won't tell them what the werewolves are doing so long as they stop-" he cut off and quickly added, "Or at least cut back." The fear in his voice was now evident.