The silence in the infirmary was absolute, broken only by the soft tap of the blood vial as Alpha Trent placed it back on the metal tray. His gaze, colder than the steel, lifted from the sample to Freya.“You overstep,” he said, his voice deceptively soft. “Her care is my direct command. Not your initiative. You are dismissed.”Freya didn’t need to be told twice. She fled, the door sighing shut behind her.Trent’s attention shifted to Zora, who sat perfectly still on the examination cot, the robe pulled tightly around her. He said nothing, merely picked up the vial and turned to leave. With a slight nod to his aunt, Aman, who waited patiently by the door, he was gone.“Come, dear,” Aman said, her voice a gentle contrast to the tension. “Let’s get you settled.”She led Zora through the opulent, echoing halls of the Nightfall Pack house to a private suite. The room was a study in modern luxury, all clean lines and muted tones. The attached bathroom was larger than her entire bedroom at M
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