"I will find this person and make him pay for what he did," Elliot said, his voice carrying the steady weight of an Alpha's vow. It wasn't just a promise—it was an enforcement of pack justice already forming in his instincts.
I exhaled slowly, tension loosening only slightly in my chest. "Okay. Sorry for dragging you into this."
His gaze softened for a moment, though the protective energy around him didn't fade. "You don't need to apologize."
But I still couldn't erase the image of that man from my mind. Somewhere out there, a predator still walked free, and my instincts hated the unfinished hunt.
Meanwhile, at Summit Mansion, Hayley had just returned from the healer's clinic. Her senses were still dulled—her tastebuds faint, her body recovering from whatever strange imbalance had taken hold—but she had already summoned medical agents from outside the territory, searching for answers through foreign pack healers and human doctors alike.
