Chapter 33

Troy

Before I went to the hospital, I changed out of my expensive suit and into a non-descript pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt.

I crouched in the bushes outside the large, grey and white building, concentrating on one of my darker powers. Wolves called it shadowing. It was one of the rarest talents and also the most difficult to control and master, even for those that were born with the ability.

When I was ready, I left my hiding place behind and strolled across the road to the hospital. If I let my concentration slip for just a moment, I’d be exposed and would have to turn back. I couldn’t afford to lose my focus for even a split second.

I entered through the front doors with all the confidence of someone who belonged there. A nurse stopped me and gave me a big smile, “Mister Bailey,” she said. “It’s late. Who are you here to see?”

I didn’t answer her. The moment I spoke, I’d lose concentration and break the spell. I walked straight past her and stopped to look over my sh