Chapter 21

Galam had told me this was one of the two Expert Mental Institutes in Michigan. We were lucky it was only a forty-five minute drive from Huntstown. Galam also informed me that these institutes were in private places and all werewolf doctors here did have a degree. Galam and I stared at the building for a few minutes longer before I muttered, “Are you ready?” “Nope. I was never ready. You dragged me here,” Galam said, turning back to face my Land Rover. “Why don’t we go back home? Warren’s probably sleeping. I don’t want to disturb him.” “No, we’re doing this and if we have to stay here for a whole night for you to finally go inside, then we will.” Galam groaned, stuffing his hands in his leather jacket. “Why are you so stubborn?” “I’ve always been stubborn,” I smirked, pulling my knit beanie over my head. “I’m here, Galam. I’ll help you.” While Galam stared at the building again with fear, I slipped my hand i