Chapter 267
Chapter 267
20 – Finn
Hearing Greta teasing Grant in the front seat should stir some jealousy in me. That was always how it went with Amy-I despised every guy she smiled at or even exchanged a word with. I never trusted her intentions and was constantly on edge, watching her for any sign of betrayal. She seemed to enjoy testing me, gauging my reactions like it was some twisted game. Eventually, I stopped showing anything on the outside, but inside, my wolf and I were quietly breaking apart.
With Greta and Grant, though? It’s different. They’re just friends and colleagues, sharing jokes about the nicknames they’ve given each other. I’ve heard Kennedy call him Jeeves before, and he just grins and lets it slide. There’s no hidden agenda behind their banter, no tension waiting to explode. It’s not like when I call Greta “ma’am” and watch her stiffen, waiting for my reaction.
She’s been unusually quiet for a while now, but the occasional snort and soft huff tells me she’s probably briefing Ryker on everything that happened. She seems more at ease, thinking I’m asleep, and her voice drifts around me like a gentle breeze, lacking the usual sharp edge she directs my way.
“Bossman said to meet him at the hospital. Kennedy’s losing it over what happened to you, Finn, and she wants a sample of your blood taken,” Greta says softly.
My eyes snap open. “Wait, what? You want a what p>
“I figured you might be listening,” she replies with a smirk.
“Don’t dodge the question, ma’am. Why exactly do you want my blood?” I try to sit up, but my body feels heavy and sluggish, as if I’m moving through molasses. Not being in control of my own limbs is infuriating.
“Because of this.” She points over her shoulder at me, using the visor mirror to catch my gaze. “You said you built a tolerance, right p>
I nod slowly.
“Well, based on how you’re acting and the fact it took you two days to regain consciousness, there’s still poison in your system. If there’s even a trace left, I want to see if our healers can study it—maybe develop an antidote or find a way to protect ourselves. Unless Claude conveniently filled you in on all this already p>
I can’t help but laugh-a short, sharp bark. I actually enjoy this side of her, the sassy, no-nonsense attitude. “No, he didn’t share any of that info with me, at least not that I know of p>
“Well then, your tolerance to hundreds of poisoned cuts might be the key to saving our pack from these maniacs. We got up close and personal, cleaned your wounds, and honestly, that kind of damage would have killed even Ryker, with all his alpha enhancements. We need to understand what this poison is and how to stop it. Janelle’s no better than Amy-she’ll target our pups and probably Kennedy too, for revenge p>
“Yeah, that makes sense.” I rub my hands over my face, frustrated by the fog clouding my mind and the general feeling of crap that won’t lift. Somehow, she’s included me in “her pack” now. “Tell Ryker I’m on board with whatever he thinks is necessary to get ahead of this p>
I lean my head back again, closing my eyes.
She chuckles quietly but doesn’t say a word.
“Care to share your thoughts with the class, ma’am?” I ask, still with my eyes shut.
“Nope. Nothing to report… yet p>
I groan. “That’s not ominous at all p>
“Well, we’re here now. Let’s find out just how ominous this really is, Rookie p>
“GRETA! FINN!” Suddenly, I’m swallowed by a rush of blonde hair and a tight squeeze as the air is knocked out of my lungs. Kennedy wraps us both in a fierce hug.
“We’re okay, Luna. Be gentle with your new favorite warrior-he’s still struggling. We need to get him to the healers fast. He’s not back to full strength and the poison’s still showing p>
Kennedy steps back, holding me at arm’s length, eyes scanning for the worst wounds. “Come on. We have a room ready just for you p>
Both women hook their arms through mine and practically march me into the hospital, straight to my room. No one questions the Luna’s authority or her actions; it’s clear she’s already been here, preparing everything in advance.