(LOCKE)
Panic is filling me. If I don't get her to a healer, she's not going to make it.
When she resists, I can't help but snarl. "You have a child to think of! This is not the time to be stubborn! Shift back, you damned woman!"
The mention of her child has her closing her eyes, and with a shimmer of light, she shifts out of her wolf form. She promptly passes out, her tolerance for pain much lower in her human form. There's a strange vibration coming from her pocket, and I reach for the source of it. I recognize the device for what it is: a cell phone. The name on the screen is Maya, and there are plenty of missed calls from her. Maya? Is she a healer?
I accept the call and press the phone to my ear. "Are you a healer?" I demand.
It's a woman on the other end, and she splutters, "What? Who is this?"
"You're wasting my time," I bark. I decide I'll have to take Corrine to my hotel, but it's on the other side of the city.
