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painting on each wall and paper blinds in the corners.
    Trent surprises me by pushing back against the massive cupboard once we’re all inside, barricading the door again.
    He’s turned away from me and so I can’t see his face. When he’s done, Trent stands up straight for a moment, wobbles, and then collapses backward on the floor.
    “Daddy!” Piper screams, still a tiny werewolf. She goes to him and yells directly in his face, “Daddy! Wake up!”
    He doesn’t move. His face doesn’t even twitch.
    “Stay with him, Piper. I’ll be right back.”
    I have an industrial first-aid kit in the bathroom from my training. That will have all the instruments I need. It’s heavy, but I grab it from under the cupboard and rush back to Trent. I fall to my knees beside his body.
    “He’s not waking up!” Piper cries.
    “Keeping talking to him, Piper. Let him hear your voice. He might not act like it, but he can hear you. I’m going to work on getting those bullets out of him.”
    I rifle through the kit until I find a set of forceps for removing bullets and then cut the bandage off his arm. There’s no time to waste, so I insert the length of it into the wound. Follow the path of the bullet. Doing it all by feel.
    I’ve never done anything like this before on a person. I’ve only practiced on surgical dummies to earn my certification.
    Piper whispers directly in her dad’s ear, telling Trent how much she loves him, how much she wants to go running with him again now that he knows she can change into a wolf. It’s heartbreaking. I’m hearing every word, but utterly focused on the task as well.
    Found it. I use the clamp to snag the bullet and then slowly pull it out. Trent doesn’t move even a little. That’s not a good sign. He’s really out of it.
    I pack the wound with gauze and tape it. If this works, he will only need that bandage for a moment before his natural healing kicks in. Or so I hope.
    The leg is next. I feed the long forceps into the bullet wound again and follow the bullet’s trajectory through sinew.
    Trent is bleeding a lot, but not so much that an artery was hit. If it had, he would have died ages ago. Werewolves are resilient, but stab them or shoot them with silver, and it seems like they die no different than anybody else.
    That’s when I find what feels like a bullet. It’s hard to tell. The slug isn’t loose like the first one. That means it’s probably lodged into bone.
    I close my eyes and try to imagine the bullet, feel what I think is the casing. It’s just barely protruding, so there’s not much for me to grab. The end is all I get. I grip that and squeeze. If this is the best purchase I’m going to get, it’s now or never.
    I pull the forceps out.
    Got it. Stubborn little bastard. I’m sweating, but at least this part is over. I pack the wound and check his arm again. Nothing. No signs of healing.
    Wait, I spoke too soon. It’s starting to visibly heal now, but slowly. Thank the gods. I lean back against the apothecary and take a deep breath. My first in a while.
    “Is Daddy going to be okay?”
    “I think so, Piper. Just give him a few more moments.”
    Piper waits patiently beside her father. She loves him so much, and I can understand why. Trent is a completely different person with his daughter, including her mother Sylvia, whom he treats horribly. With Piper, he’s positively gentle.
    I’d even go so far as to say that being gentle comes naturally to Trent, as if all the anger and brutality he projects is just an act. The face he wears to be a werewolf pack leader. It’s not who he really is.
    I got a glimpse of what lies behind his mask back in that stone room beneath The Vault, when he turned out to be an extremely attentive lover. It pains me to admit this, but he was one of the best lovers I’ve ever known.
    Piper wipes the sweat off her father’s brow. I should grab my spare phone upstairs, call Candice and Saffron on our private network, but decide to