#Chapter 247 Ruthless

Grace I fell asleep after that and slept for at least a few days. It sucked, but when I woke up, I hurried to get ready and get back to Wolfe Medical. Eason was there, dressed like he was there to work and smiling at me with his laptop, files, and coffee in hand. He'd grown again. I was sure of it. A moment of quiet passed between us as we looked at each other. His eyes drifted over my head, probably taking not of all the extra gray hairs. "Congrats," he said. He smirked. "And you really could pull off salt and pepper." I threw my arms around him, laughing. He squeezed me tight. His scent was different, muted. I guessed that was part of only being a werewolf instead of a hybrid, or maybe it was because he was becoming more witch and lycan by the day. "You know," I whispered into his shoulder. "I always knew you'd outlive me..." He squeezed me closer. "Don't get morbid on me. Twenty dollars, huh?" "Twenty dollars!" I cried, pulling back and grinning up at him. My eyes stung with