The healer's announcement echoed through the pack network like a death mark carried on cold wind.
"Due to delayed emergency intervention, President Tillman has entered a comatose state. There is a high probability he may never awaken again."
For a moment, even the room's energy shifted. It wasn't just human shock—it was instinctive silence, the kind that spread when a pack senses irreversible change in hierarchy. Alex stood still as the weight of the report settled, but his expression quickly hardened into calculation rather than grief.
Colin was the first to move.
His eyes lit with unmistakable hunger as he stepped forward and accepted the agreement and bank card. The risk was gone now; what remained was profit. "I want two percent of Tillman Constructions after everything is finalized," he said without hesitation, as though claiming territory already half his.
