Semua Bab THE PROWL OF THE ICE: Bab 31 - Bab 33

"Jack, are you looking for your Alpha?"The kid’s voice was raspy, laced with that annoying, knowing smirk younger pack members always got when they thought they’d caught a healer off-guard. I shifted my weight, the chill of the Grimford Medical Sanctuary’s linoleum floors seeping through my shoes. I’d been a doctor for the Blackridge Task Pack long enough to be immune to the 'Alpha’s Mate' gossip, but my skin still flared hot under my collar."Focus on your recovery, Noah. The IV bag is almost empty.""He was just here, you know. Standing in the doorway like a brooding statue. You’d think the high-stakes hockey season ended with him losing a limb, not just a bruised rib.""Alpha Ronan Blackridge doesn’t ‘brood.’ He monitors pack safety. And he’s the captain of the Blackridge Enforcers on the ice—he doesn't have time to hang around hallways.""Tell that to the scent he left behind. Smells like a thunderstorm and expensive leather."I ignored him, checking the monitor. My mind was alre

Is Silas Crowe telling us the truth?"The veteran Pack Enforcer leaned forward, the shadows of the Blackridge Enforcement HQ making his features look like carved granite. I stood by the door, my medical kit heavy against my hip, watching the exchange. Silas’s youngest daughter, a pup barely ten winters old, had been the one to whisper the secret. She was trembling, huddled in a corner of the interrogation room, her eyes wide with a terror that no child—human or wolf—should ever know."I just did what I was told," Silas stammered, his voice cracking like dry wood. "I started the fire at the Bloodroot Farmstead. I didn't know the healers were inside. I swear on the Great Luna.""You swear on the Luna while your hands are stained with Quinn blood?" I stepped into the light, my voice cold and sharp as a scalpel. I was Dr. Jack Quinn, the last of a bloodline that had been hunted for decades, and I had no patience for the excuses of a coward. "The farmstead wasn't just a building, Silas. it