The rain had subsided to a drizzle by the time the transport vehicles reached the outer perimeter of the Silvercrest Pack borders. The doors flew open, and the guards callously dumped Adrian's limp, unconscious body onto the wet gravel shoulder of the checkpoint, leaving him right across the border as Lucien had ordered.
He remained entirely oblivious of the world around him; his mind was completely broken and short-circuited from the ten hours of psychological torture he had endured watching Ivy's surgery on the lounge screen. It had felt like a knife, as it was continuously twisted into his heart.
It didn't take long for the border patrol to sound the alarm. Word traveled like wildfire to the main estate, and the moment Helena received the news, she rushed home from the valley in
