I stood in the shifting glow outside the Alpha estate, the night air heavy with lingering medicinal scent and old pack energy. The drive back from the healing den left my thoughts tangled, my instincts restless, circling one question that refused to fade—why would a poison ever be close enough to reach my father's hands, let alone enter his system unnoticed? The thought clawed at me like a warning from my wolf.
"Elliot, I need to go back home," I said quietly, my voice steadier than I felt. "I have to check the medicine my father has been taking."
He didn't hesitate. His presence beside me was a constant anchor, strong and unwavering, like an Alpha who never allowed his mate to stand unguarded in the dark. "I'll take you there," Elliot replied, already turning the energy of the moment into action.
