I stood in the cold corridor of the pack healer's den, the air heavy with sterile scent and lingering life essence. Inside, Harriet—the Elder Luna of the Presgrave Alpha lineage—was being stabilized after a sudden collapse. My instincts stayed on edge. This wasn't natural illness. It felt like internal sabotage within the pack.
The healer stepped out, expression tight. "The Elder's body has been cleansed of most toxins, but her condition remains unstable. Recovery will be difficult for someone of her age."
Silence pressed down on us. Elliot stood beside me, his Alpha aura restrained but unstable, like a storm forced into a narrow vessel. His fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles trembled. The bond between him and the pack vibrated with suppressed rage.
"Bring me her usual lunar tonics," the healer said. "I need to examine what she consumed."
Elliot nodded once. A command moved through the pack network, summoning the housekeeper immediately.
