DEREK’S POV Dr. Okafor arrived at the pack’s east gate at seven in the morning, three days earlier than I’d told Celeste to expect him. That was deliberate. I’d contacted him through channels Vivian didn’t know about — a medical colleague of my mother’s, retired, practicing independently in neutral territory, owing no allegiance to any pack or coven. I’d sent Marcus’s personal courier, not the pack’s. I’d told no one inside the house. I watched from the window as he crossed the grounds. Small man, methodical, carrying a medical case I recognized from childhood checkups. He’d examined me for a broken arm when I was nine. My mother had trusted him completely. I trusted him for the same reason. Celeste was in the sitting room when I came downstairs. Already dressed, already composed, her pregnancy bump neat beneath a pale blue dress. She looked up with a smile. “Good morning,” she said. “Dr. Okafor is here,” I said. “Early. We’re doing the examination now.” Something moved thro
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