*Chapter 17: The Records*
Damon’s capture didn’t end the tension. It just moved it underground.
For three days after the signal tower, the pack house felt like a pressure cooker. Half the territory was celebrating. The other half was waiting to see if this was real, or if Damon had one more trick.
I spent most of it in the clinic. Word had spread fast. “Selene’s clinic doesn’t ask who your family is.” Mothers brought kids with fevers that had been ignored for weeks. Old men came in for joints that hadn’t worked right since before I was born.
Every person who left with medicine and a full stomach was one more person who’d choose us if it came down to it. That was the plan. That was the fight Damon couldn’t win.
Kade let me work. He posted enforcers at the doors, but he didn’t hover. H
