CHAPTER 14
Isabella's POV
Miss Sabrina didn't waste another second. She shoved me behind a heavy linen curtain into a corner filled with old medical crates.
"Stay down! Don't make a sound, and for the love of the Goddess, keep your heart slow!" her voice was frantic.
She grabbed a heavy jar of concentrated wolfsbane and eucalyptus oil—scents so strong they were almost toxic—and began splashing them onto the floor everywhere.
She was trying to drown out the " whatever disgusting smell" the Tracker and her had mentioned. A thunderous boom shook the front door of the infirmary.
"Sabrina! Open up!" It was Aleric's voice, layered with the guttural growl of his wolf. He sounded desperate, confused, and dangerously close to a forced shift.
"One moment!" Miss Sabrina called back, her voice remarkably steady. She threw a blood-stained sheet over the crates I was hiding behind.
"I'm with a patient!"
