The corner of Voren's lips curled upward, slow and knowing, the kind of smile that promised chaos without ever naming it.
"I already sent the message," he said smoothly. "She crossed the line with me. Just wait and enjoy the show."
Ravyn nodded, gratitude tightening his chest. He didn't ask questions. With Voren, questions were rarely necessary.
They walked together out of the building, their footsteps echoing faintly, but once they reached the car park, their paths split naturally, two predators choosing different hunting grounds.
At the underground parking lot, engines rumbled to life. Ravyn slid into his car, his thoughts already racing ahead, while Voren drove off in the opposite direction, unhurried, confident. Whatever he had set in motion was already unfolding.
By the time Ravyn returned to the pack, Daisy's surgery was over.
