42| Wolf Eyes.

"What do you think?" Harry asks me, and I finally snap.

"I can think of anything with you pacing around the room and asking me what I think every twenty seconds!" I bark, and he presses his lips against each other before clearing his throat.

Right now, we're in the former alpha's room. I came to check up on the man, and I don't know which big-mouthed guard went and told Harry that I was here.

He marched down to the room to observe what I was doing. I would've appreciated it if he were quieter, but he keeps pestering me with the stupidest questions to ever exist.

He's so annoying.

"I'll keep my questions to myself from here on." He says to me in a choked tone, and I sneer.

"You're better," I remark.

With the stethoscope Harry got me—among other things—I checked Sir Smith's heartbeat, and it was anything but regular.

Now that I'm able to hear clearly, I can make out how irregular the man's heartbeat is. It goes fast for a few seconds, then drastically turns slow for another few seconds,