Free Fever by Lara Whitmore

desire to invade one. Her mentor frequently accused her of being reckless, and maybe he was right, but she wasn’t stupid. Taking out a single werewolf and taking out a pack or more were two different things.
    On the plus side – she whipped out her gun – there was no need for the cloak and dagger routine. And since there was a full moon last night, most of the townsfolk should be sleeping in their homes like good little werewolves.
    If they weren’t, well…
    She swallowed. Game over.
    There was a back door to the hospital that appeared rather harmless. It might have been a service entrance. She looked up at the parking lot cameras as she approached it, cursing Logan for getting her into this mess. It would be stealthier to stand there with a bullhorn and demand the antidote.
    But as she approached the door and picked the lock, no cars moved in. No one grabbed her from behind. When she heard the click of the lock submitting, Anna carefully opened the door. Her eyes scanned the hallway for movement.
    Nothing.
    Instead of putting her at ease, the lack of security worried her. It was too quiet. She’d been prepared to fight her way in and out, guns blazing. Where was everyone? Surely they couldn’t all be sleeping.
    Lab , she reminded herself. Find the lab.
    The basement might also contain vials of antidote , but it was more likely for the lab to contain valuable research as well. The antidote was her primary concern, but genetic profiles, chemical compositions, and test results were as good as gold. Any of it would help the Society create weapons and bullets made from antidote-resistant silver.
    Moving down the hall, Anna found herself hoping for a wall map. Perhaps with a “You Are Here” marker. But what could she expect? She’d no more find a map than arrows painted on the floor.
    The werewolf at the motel said the lab was on the first floor. It wouldn’t be in receiving or in the surrounding patient rooms, which meant… She took a left at the end of the hall.
    The odor of antiseptic and bleach was overpowering. It grew stronger as she ventured farther down the corridor, burning in her nose.
    She fe ll back into the closest room when a flash of blue scrubs caught her eye. Through the blinds, she watched a nurse cross the far end of the corridor.
    It wasn’t exactly the lead of all leads, but it was better than nothing.
    Anna allowed the woman take a right before following her, always one turn behind. Trailing after a werewolf without being detected was damn near impossible. As if their inhuman hearing and sense of smell weren’t enough, their natural instincts were far more sensitive than those of any human.
    She relied on her prowler training to move as silently as possible, steadying her breaths.
    Like a ninja, she heard Logan’s teasing voice in her head.
    “Were we able to track the signal?” a man distantly asked.
    Anna held her breath, freezing in place . There wasn’t a room nearby. She was left standing out in the open. If someone turned the corner, they would see her.
    “The prowler never radioed the Society a second time,” a woman answered. “The communications center doesn’t know if it’s because he’s ignorant of the situation or unable to call for help.”
    “We’ll need more information on the matter before tonight.”
    “Yes, doctor.”
    Papers shifted and a file drawer opened. They must be standing at a nurse’s station.
    “What of the antidot e?” the woman asked. “Did we receive confirmation?”
    “It’s being moved to the new loca tion, yes. A truck picked it up an hour ago.”
    “I assume you ret ained enough to keep your pet alive?”
    There was a warning growl. Any h ope that these two weren’t werewolves disappeared instantly.
    “Vincent isn’t a pet .” The doctor hissed. “He’s part of our family, whether he wants to be or not.” Pause. “To answer your question, yes, I managed to procure a dose or two. Will I disclose the location to you? No. Your manner