REJECTED BY THE ALPHA, CLAIMED BY HIS BLOOD
He stepped into the corridor, leaning lightly against the frame, not disturbing the space's stillness.
“Anything useful.”
She closed the ledger, her hand resting briefly on the cover.
“Only this,” she said. “Most harm came from people who thought they were postponing hard choices.”
Tyler considered that.
“And now.”
“And now postponement isn’t an option,” she said. “For anyone.”
That was the real shift.
Not rules.
Not visibility.
Consequence.
Immediate.
Unavoidable.
He studied her for a moment longer, something in her tone catching his attention.
“You sound settled.”