"Do you want me to take over?" Elliot asked beside me, his voice calm but carrying that quiet Alpha certainty that always tried to pull responsibility off my shoulders.
"No, thanks," I replied without looking away from the screen. This wasn't something I could hand over. If I did, I'd lose the scent trail of whoever had crossed into my territory.
"In that case, you should rest for a bit," he said.
"I'm fine."
My eyes burned from staring too long, but I refused to blink away the evidence. My instincts were locked in—focused, stubborn, unwilling to release even a second of the footage.
"You're going to strain your vision," Elliot said more softly this time, his tone shifting into concern that felt too close, too personal.
"I have to finish this tonight," I said.
For a moment, silence settled between us.
