More chapters coming tonight at 20:00 (GMT -4).
Also, I'm curious - where is everyone reading from? Drop a comment and let me know what country/city you're in. I love seeing how far this story travels.
See you tonight!
More chapters coming tonight at 20:00 (GMT -4).Also, I'm curious - where is everyone reading from? Drop a comment and let me know what country/city you're in. I love seeing how far this story travels.See you tonight!
Author's Note: In the previous chapter, Robin's ultimatum was stated as 24 hours. This was an error - the correct timeframe is 48 hours.SusanI wheeled myself through the pack house corridors on the second night, the sound of my chair's wheels echoing against the stone floors. The chaos from Robin's ultimatum still buzzed in my ears. Forty-eight hours. The countdown had already begun, and somewhere in the building, Damon was mobilizing search teams that would never find what they were looking for.Pack members I passed gave me sympathetic looks, probably thinking I was struggling with the stress of the diplomatic crisis. If only they knew how satisfied I actually felt. Everything was falling into place exactly as it should.The corridors near Ava's quarters were quieter, removed from the main areas where the search coordination was taking place. I could hear faint sounds of activity from the direction of Damon's office, but here it was peaceful. Almost normal.I knocked softly on the
SusanI sat in my hospital bed, listening to the chaos Robin was creating throughout the pack house. Doors slammed. Voices raised in questioning. Footsteps pounded through corridors as he conducted his frantic search for Dr. Graham. Every sound made my heart race with a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.Hours had passed since his confrontation with Damon. Robin's "one hour" deadline had come and gone, but Damon apparently decided to let the search continue rather than physically throw out a fellow Alpha. I could only imagine how desperate Robin was getting, how unhinged he'd become when he finally realized his precious healer was gone forever.The sound of his voice carried through the walls as he questioned pack members, demanding to know if anyone had seen Dr. Graham, if anyone knew where she might have gone. His tone grew more frantic with each passing hour.A soft knock at my door interrupted my listening. A young nurse peered in, her expression nervous."Luna Susan? Margaret H
ColeI stared at the empty holding cell, running through every security protocol I'd installed over the past five years. No one had ever escaped this room. Not even an Alpha. I'd built the damn thing myself, reinforced the walls with steel plating, installed a locking mechanism that only responded to my keycard. Even Damon couldn't open it without me.The door frame showed no damage. No scratches around the lock. No bent metal or broken hinges. Clean exit. Professional.Shit."She broke out," Damon stated flatly, turning to face Robin. "Your healer assaulted my aunt, got arrested, and then escaped custody. How exactly do you defend that?"Robin's face hardened, his jaw setting. "There has to be a reason. Dr. Graham wouldn't just—""Wouldn't just what?" Damon cut him off, his voice rising. "Wouldn't assault an elder pack member? Because I watched her stab Margaret in the neck."I could smell the anger rolling off both of them. That sharp, bitter scent that warned of violence coming. So
SusanI recognized the figure the moment he appeared in my doorway. Alpha Robin of Wood Pack.From the way Robin was acting, the protective fury in his voice when he demanded Evelyn's release, it was obvious he had feelings for her. More than professional concern. More than pack alliance obligations. The man was practically vibrating with rage over a common healer.I snorted in disgust. Evelyn was such a typical whore. She'd probably been manipulating him from the moment she arrived at his pack, using whatever sob story she'd concocted to gain his protection. So pathetic that the man standing here ready to fight for her didn't even know she was just using him. Didn't care about him at all.A movement outside caught my attention. I turned toward the bedside window and looked down at the gardens below. Hilda stood among the flower beds, her red hair catching the afternoon light. She must have sensed the commotion upstairs but couldn't come up here directly.So she lurked by my window in
EvelynThe fluorescent lights buzzed overhead with that particular frequency that made my teeth ache. This wasn't really a cell—more like an interrogation room designed to look less intimidating than it actually was. Cole had called it a holding area when he'd walked me here, his voice carefully neutral.No handcuffs. That had surprised me. Cole had simply gestured to the metal chair and said, "Stay put." Like I was a cooperative witness instead of someone accused of assault.Not that I could escape anyway. The door looked sturdy enough to stop a charging wolf, and the walls were solid concrete painted an institutional beige that probably hadn't been updated since the pack house was built. But even if I could break out, even if I could somehow get past whatever guards were stationed outside, I couldn't leave. Not with Ava still here.If I broke out of this room, my first instinct would be to head straight for Ava's quarters, grab her, and run. But that would make me a kidnapper in the