Victor's pov
The room went dead silent. Michael didn’t hesitate. The exhaustion that had weighed on his shoulders during dinner vanished, replaced by the rigid, commanding aura of an Alpha.
For a moment I stared at him, impressed.
"Where?" He demanded.
"Her cabin on the eastern ridge," the warrior panted, clutching his side. "Elder Marcus and Elder Helen are already there trying to secure the scene.”
"I'm coming with you," I said, stepping out from behind the table.
Michael paused, his eyes darting to me. For a split second, I saw the conflict in his gaze.
By law, I was just a regular pack member now, a criminal newly returned from exile. He had every right to command me to stay put.
But Michael also knew that when it came to tracking, violence, and dealing with crime scenes, my
