CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
One hour, ten minutes, and fifty-four seconds.
That’s how long Faith had been in the private lab with Mrs. Black. It was unbelievable enough that the woman had a lab specifically for studying werewolves. My restlessness was not coming down anytime soon, not until I saw her.
“Can you stop pacing? It’s really making me want to bite off your head so bad,” Lucian muttered, spearing a hard glance my way.
“It’s been over an hour since she has been in there. How do you expect me to remain calm? She is my f*****g girlfriend,” I breathed out.
“Oh. Here she is,” Peggy said, capturing both our attention.
The older woman looked shaken, her pale face making me even more unsettled. She let out a shaky breath, pressing her palms against her hips before finally facing us.
“I do
