《Blood of the Totem: The Alpha's Forbidden Mate》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 46 章

The apartment door splintered under the battering ram on the third hit, and Hart barely had time to shift Mira behind him before federal agents poured into the room with weapons raised.“Nobody move!” the lead agent shouted, his gun trained on Hart. “Hart Santino, you’re under arrest. Everyone on the ground, hands visible!”Hart raised his hands slowly, very aware that one wrong move would get everyone in this room shot, and through the bond he felt Cole’s barely controlled rage.“We’re complying,” Hart said, keeping his voice calm. “Nobody needs to get hurt here.”“Tell that to the thirty-seven wolves your kind killed at River Basin Pack,” the agent said. “On the ground, now!”They complied, all four of them lying face down on Lewis’s apartment floor while agents zip-tied their wrists behind their backs with plastic restraints that smelled like silver, burning against Hart’s skin.Mira whimpered beside him, still wrapped in the blanket, and Hart could smell her fear mixing with the s

Hart stumbled through the darkened facility corridors using the totem’s light to see, his body still burning from the inside but alive in ways that shouldn’t be possible after his heart had stopped.Around him, chaos erupted as the power failure unlocked every cell and security door simultaneously, releasing dozens of detained werewolves and humans into the hallways.“This way!” someone shouted, and Hart recognized one of Kade’s pack members leading a group toward an emergency exit.Hart followed, his legs barely supporting him, and crashed through the exit door into early morning sunlight that hurt his oversensitive eyes.The facility’s parking lot was pure pandemonium, escaped prisoners running in all directions while guards tried to regain control without functioning communication systems or electronic locks.Hart spotted Cole immediately, his mate’s massive black wolf form tearing through security personnel who were stupid enough to get in his way.Their eyes met across the parkin

Hart woke up human again, which was both a relief and deeply concerning because he had no memory of how he’d shifted back or how much time had passed.His body ached everywhere, his hands were covered in dried blood that definitely wasn’t his own, and Cole sat beside him looking like he’d aged ten years in however long Hart had been unconscious.“How many?” Hart asked, his voice raw. “How many did I kill?”Cole’s expression was answer enough before he spoke. “Three allied wolves from Coastal Ridge Pack. You went completely feral, couldn’t distinguish friend from enemy. We had to use five wolves and my Alpha command to subdue you, and even then you kept fighting until you literally passed out from exhaustion.”Hart felt bile rise in his throat. “I killed our own people.”“You were trying to save them and your power overloaded,” Cole said, though his voice carried no judgment, just exhaustion and pain. “The wolves you killed were already dying from silver nitrate exposure. You didn’t mu