The moment Kaelen stepped into the department, the air shifted.
Everyone looked at him with fear in their eyes.
But Kaelen ignored them all and looked around.
Desks were overturned, papers floated mid-fall, a cracked section of drywall still trembled where Gia had been thrown. Guards stood frozen at the perimeter, unsure whether to intervene or retreat.
And at the center of it all was Lyra.
Her breathing was uneven. Her fingers trembled at her sides. The energy around her wasn't explosive anymore, but it was unstable. It pulsed in uneven waves, like something inside her was still trying to break free.
Riven immediately gestured the guards to take the injured away for medical assistance.
Kaelen didn't look at anyone else but only her.
He then began walking toward her slowly.
Behind him, Riven held his breath and Varyn watched with sharp, measuring eyes.
"Alpha—" one of the guards started.
Kaelen didn't stop.
