IRIS’S POV"He isn't going to trial, Agent Davis."My voice was a quiet, cold blade that sliced through the loud hum of the emergency sirens outside. I stood firmly at Darius’s side on the wet marble floor, the remaining fabric of my green silk dress dripping water onto the glass shards. My hands were still blackened and raw from holding the grounding wire, the skin stinging fiercely as the freezing wind swept through the ruined entrance. But I didn't let my shoulders slump. The silver wolf inside me was resting, her golden eyes watchful, keeping a steady stream of defensive heat running through my veins.Agent Davis looked up from his digital tablet, his brow furrowing as his tactical officers finished clamping heavy steel cuffs around my father's uninjured wrist. Two medics were working on Ronan’s shoulder, their hands covered in white gauze that was quickly turning a dark, heavy crimson."The federal government has three active warrants for his arrest, Ms. Calder," Davis said, his
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