The phone call to Dr. Thorne didn't go as smoothly as they'd hoped.
Silas had her on speaker in the sitting room, all four of them crowded around to hear. It was nearly 1:30 in the morning, but when dealing with supernatural emergencies, time became irrelevant.
"You want me to do what?" Dr. Thorne's voice came through sharp with disbelief. Even half-asleep, she sounded incredulous.
"Monitor Eve while we're gone," Silas repeated patiently. "For three days, possibly four. Watch for signs the binding spell is breaking. Be prepared to provide medical support if she begins to transform."
"Absolutely not," Dr. Thorne said flatly. "Do you have any idea what you're asking? I'm a researcher, not a trauma physician. I study transformations after they happen, analyze the data, understand the mechanisms. I don't treat them. I don't manage them. And I certainly don't handle them solo when the person transforming is bonded to three alphas who should be present but aren't."
