*Roy*
"Is she being transferred out of the infirmary?" Stephen's tone was low, measured—but I didn't have to hear her name on his lips to know he meant Hana.
"Aye, Alpha," I said, choosing my words wisely. "Hana will be returned to her room in a minute. The nurse indicated she's stabilized her vitals, and she's resting."
He nodded quickly, though his gaze remained far away, still clouded with the memory of what had transpired that morning. "Good," he said, turning his focus toward the big oak doors at the end of the hall. "Let's get this out of the way, then."
The double doors slid open at Stephen's touch, inviting him into the council room beyond. I came up behind him, my shoulders stiff. Whatever transpired in that room today would resound through the pack for generations to come.
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