Becoming A Healer For The Beastfolk

Synopsis

"Tsk. What new trick are you playing now?" A cold voice cut through the room. Susan Hammond stiffened and turned her head, only to see a tall man standing by the bed. He wore a fitted black outfit made of beast hide. A vicious scar ran down the left side of his face, making his icy blue eyes look even colder. His right pant leg hung empty, his injury roughly wrapped in cloth. It was Wolfe Gibbs, a wolf beastfolk. Behind him stood four very different men. Adam Yates was a fox beastfolk with red hair and golden eyes. He leaned against the doorframe, a small flame dancing at his fingertips, a mocking smile tugging at his lips. Leonard Stokes, a lion beastfolk who was blond and blue-eyed, sat on a bench not far away with a book in hand. His profile was elegant, brows faintly furrowed, his gaze never once landing on her. Simon Briggs, a snake beastfolk with black hair and green eyes, stood in the shadows. He was thin and his pale face looked nearly translucent, his gaze dark and venomous. And then there was Paul Saunders, a silver-haired, violet-eyed young leopard beastfolk who had simply transformed to his beast form and curled up on the windowsill. His golden eyes locked onto her and a low, threatening growl rumbled in his throat. Five beast mates in all. And at this moment, every single one of them looked at her the same way: cold, distant, and filled with undisguised disgust.