LOGIN59 Morning came slower than usual. Not because the sun lingered. Because the night hadn’t lasted long enough. Lotty woke with that strange, weighted awareness that came after too little sleep and too much tension. For a moment she stayed still, staring at the ceiling, listening. The packhouse was awake. Distant footsteps. Voices in the hall. Movement. Normal. But beneath it something else. Tighter. More alert. She turned her head. Decker was already up. Dressed. Moving quietly near the window, speaking low into the pack link she could feel the subtle hum of it even if she couldn’t hear the words. Planning. Adjusting. Preparing. She pushed herself up, rubbing a hand over her face. “You’re up early.” He glanced back. “I didn’t sleep much.” “Same.” A small pause. “You don’t have to go to the hospital today,” he said. “I know.” “And you’re not leaving the packhouse.” Lotty raised a brow. “That sounded less like a suggestion.” “It wasn’t.” She studied him. The control in his vo
58 Decker didn’t go downstairs. He didn’t go near the holding cells. He didn’t even ask to see the rogue again. Because he knew exactly what would happen if he did. There would be no interrogation. No answers. Just blood. So instead, he did the one thing that went against every instinct clawing through him. He took Lotty home. The drive back to the packhouse was quiet. Not tense. Not awkward. Just… heavy. Lotty sat beside him, one hand resting loosely in his, her thumb brushing against his knuckles in slow, grounding movements. She wasn’t shaking anymore, but the adrenaline hadn’t fully left her system either. He could still feel it through the bond. Echoing. Fading. But there. “You’re quiet,” she said softly. “I’m thinking.” “That’s usually when something dangerous happens.” His mouth twitched faintly. “Not this time.” She glanced at him. “That’s not reassuring.” “It’s not meant to be.” That earned a small huff from her, but she didn’t push further. She didn’t need to. She
57 The moment it happened Decker felt it. Not as a thought. Not as a warning. As an impact. The bond between them snapped tight, violent, raw, flooding him with Lotty’s adrenaline, her fear, the sharp spike of danger that didn’t belong in a hospital. For a fraction of a second, everything in him went still. Then it exploded. The chair behind him slammed into the wall as he stood too fast, the wood cracking under the force. “Decker?” Tony started. “Lotty.” That was all he said. But the way he said it, every wolf in the room froze. The temperature dropped. The air thickened. Alpha. Not calm. Not controlled. Rage. Pure. Unfiltered. Decker didn’t wait. Didn’t explain. He was already moving, already halfway to the door before Tony fully registered what was happening. “Hospital,” Tony snapped, already following. “Something’s wrong.” Decker didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. The bond pulsed again. Alive. She was alive. But something had tried to harm her. His vision sharpened dangerous
56 The hospital didn’t feel as tense on Lotty’s second day. That was the first thing she noticed. Not relaxed, never that but different. Less scrutiny. More… acceptance. Not complete, not unconditional, but enough that when she walked through the doors with Garrick at her shoulder, the staff didn’t freeze or whisper the way they had before. A nurse at the desk nodded to her. One of the orderlies gave a quiet, “Morning, Doctor,” as he pushed a cart past. Lotty returned the greeting without breaking stride. “That’s new,” she murmured. Garrick didn’t look at her. “You earned it.” She huffed softly. “That almost sounded like praise.” “It was not meant to.” “Of course it wasn’t.” They moved into the ER, the rhythm of the place already familiar enough that Lotty didn’t feel like she was stepping into foreign territory anymore. She dropped her bag at the station, checked the board, and scanned the current cases. Nothing critical. Yet. “Quiet morning,” Keene said from behind her. Lo
55 Lotty’s first day at the hospital started with a knot in her stomach and Garrick waiting outside her door like judgment in human form. He stood with his hands folded behind his back, dressed in dark clothes instead of formal guard gear, but nothing about him looked less watchful because of it. “You’re early,” Lotty said, stepping into the hallway. “You’re on duty.” “That sounds like a yes.” “It is.” She sighed, adjusting the strap of the bag over her shoulder. “You know, for someone assigned as an assistant, you do a very convincing impression of a bodyguard.” Garrick looked at her evenly. “I am both.” “That’s comforting.” “It is meant to be.” Lotty rolled her eyes and started down the hall. Garrick fell into step beside her with the kind of quiet presence she was already learning to expect. He didn’t crowd her. He didn’t hover. But he was always there, always watching the corners, always aware of who was in front of them and who was behind. The morning air outside was c
54 The air shifted before they even arrived. Lotty felt it standing at Decker’s side on the wide stone steps of the packhouse, the late afternoon light stretching long shadows across the courtyard. The guards were tighter than usual. Patrols doubled along the perimeter. Even the wolves moving through the yard carried a different kind of alertness. Not fear. Not exactly. Expectation. Visitors of this kind didn’t come lightly. Decker stood beside her, still and composed, but she could feel the quiet tension running through him, not anxiety, not uncertainty… readiness. Tony stood just behind and to the side, positioned where he could observe everything without drawing focus. “Remember,” Tony murmured low enough that only Decker would hear, “he’s going to push.” “I expect him to,” Decker replied through the link. “And Megan will too.” Decker didn’t respond to that. He didn’t need to. The distant sound of engines broke across the quiet. Lotty’s attention shifted immediately toward th







