The fluorescent lights hum above me, too bright, too sterile — the kind of white noise that makes my wolf stir under my skin. Hospitals have always smelled like ghosts and antiseptic to me. Not exactly my favorite place.But Seth insisted I get checked out after that run-in with one of Sam’s pack last night — said the gash on my shoulder looked “kinda deep for a paper cut.” I rolled my eyes, but here I am anyway, sitting on an exam table that’s definitely too small for a werewolf, pretending I’m just another human with a bad night. “Yeah,” I say, a little rougher than intended. My throat feels dry. “That’s me.” I bite back a laugh. “That’s… kind of normal for me.” I shrug. “Guess I run hot.” “Pretty much,” Leah adds, smirking.Leah slipped off the exam table, closing the space between us, keeping my voice soft. “You always this kind to your patients, Nurse Snow?”