Nora's POV
"Really, I'm okay." I settle back against the hospital bed, trying to reassure James and my sister. The drive here with my eyes squeezed shut helped clear some of the fog from my head.
"You absolutely do not look okay," Lena states flatly. "There's blood covering half your body."
"That's pretty typical for my line of work." I attempt a weak smile. "Though usually it belongs to someone else. I'm exhausted, sure, but the worst has passed." James maintains his position beside the bed, just as he promised he would. "Besides, he's got twice as much blood on him."
"None of it belongs to me," James responds matter-of-factly.
"Listen, the fewer details I have, the easier this is for everyone. I still have to document this incident," Lena explains, her voice strained.
"Then let's say a stray dog attacked me. Nothing supernatural about it," I suggest hopefully.
Lena nearly fumbles the sterile cleaning kit she's unwrapping. "Wait, werewolves actually exist?"
