Hours passed.
Slowly.
Painfully.
Endlessly.
No one spoke.
Not at first.
Talon, Diana, Rowan, Selene, and Leah sat in the waiting area outside the surgical room, the air thick with tension and fear. Time seemed to stretch unnaturally, each second dragging into the next.
Alpha Asher had quietly excused himself earlier, retreating back to his assigned quarters. Whether it was guilt, discomfort, or simply knowing this was no longer his place—no one stopped him.
Enzo had returned to the main pack grounds, working alongside Gamma Galvin to investigate.
Every guard.
Every servant.
Every visiting pack.
No one was exempt.
They needed answers.
Even without Willow’s account.
Even without knowing who had done this.
Talon wanted movement.
Positions.
Timelines.
He wanted to know who h
