Rey's voice came through the line with steady finality, carrying the calm efficiency of an Alpha enforcer who had already closed the perimeter. "There's no need to stop her," he reported. "She won't be able to leave the country anyway."
I listened in silence, my instincts already confirming what his words implied. Alice had crossed into fugitive territory, and once a name was marked within the pack enforcement system, airport passage became nothing more than a sealed gate.
At the airport, Alice stood in line clutching her suitcase tightly, her movements sharp with urgency. She had already planned her escape carefully, intending to vanish overseas with the five hundred thousand credits until everything cooled down. In her mind, distance would dissolve consequence, and silence would erase what she had done inside Bourgeois territory. But desperation never masked scent traces cleanly, and hers was already marked.
