Perfect. My reputation didn’t need anymore help in the negative direction. I’d bet money that’s what put the grin on Imogene’s face. “Not about a boy. Something bigger. I need to pick your brain and no, it can’t wait. And no we can’t talk here. Too many ears.”
She tucked a chunk of her bright-blue hair behind her ear. “I know a place.”
We went down the stairs to the first floor. We walked through the gym locker room to another set of stairs. The walls were thick concrete. Doors lined the narrow hallway, and flickering fluorescent lights made the space seem even smaller. Meredith opened the second door on the left. It was a tiny closet-like room, with a concrete bench built into one wall and that was it.
“Where the hell are we?”
“It’s where we put feral wolves. Sometimes newbies flip out when they wolf-out the first time. So, they get thrown in here until they get their shit together.”
Holy crap. I wondered if I’d spent any time in one of these during my missing week. If I did, I didn’t want to remember it. “Whatever.” I took a deep breath and laid out all of the visions I’d had from Imogene. At first, I thought I sounded a little crazy. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Imogene and I would never be friends. But when I got to the vision from when we were watching the news to getting pulled out of my window by the vamp, Meredith stood from the bench and started pacing.
I didn’t have much but my suspicions and visions, but I knew something was off. “So what do I do?”
“We tell Mr. Dawson. You don’t have any evidence. No proof but your vision of her thinking about vampires taking care of someone, and that’s just…well it’ll be your word against hers. You’re more alpha than her, so you’d win. But it’d start a world of shit you don’t need. Especially not after that kiss you had with Chris.”
Why’d she have to remind me of it? This was supposed to be a valid distraction.
She walked to the door. “Come on. He’ll be in his office.”
Apparently, Mr. Dawson’s office was on the first floor of the building where the infirmary was. A gray haired lady sat typing away at a desk. “Is he in, Mrs. Kilburn?”
“He is. Go on with you.” She didn’t look away from her monitor as she spoke.