Adele trudged back to her quarters, exhausted beyond belief. It had been a hellishly long day at the clinic since her workload had doubled, if not tripled.
Just days ago, she'd been at her office minding her business when there was sounds of commotion. She'd stepped outside only to find men in suits arresting every single worker and doctor in the vicinity, seizing anything they could get their hands on.
They hadn't spared her either.
She'd been hauled off to the Lycanthrope Intelligence Agency (LIA), and interrogated relentlessly about her connection to Patrick Vales, or rather, Elias Turner.
They tried to be subtle, but Adele wasn't stupid. She knew exactly what this was. Alpha King Elijah was under fire—cornered by President Roy—and scrambling to clean up the ignis mess. A mess they were still desperately trying to keep under wraps.