Dylan's POV
I sit behind my desk, fighting to keep my hand still, but the tremors won’t stop. It’s been three days since Anna found the hidden room—three agonizing days of weakness, shame, and panic. My fingers twitch uncontrollably. I try to steady them, but it’s useless. I let my hand rest against the chair and pretend it’s not happening.
The door opens, and Kevin walks in with a confident grin like nothing in the world is wrong. I raise an eyebrow at him.
“The Tanlistan,” he says with pride, “she’s agreed to see you.”
Relief floods my chest, and I exhale slowly, forcing the tension in my shoulders to drop. Finally. I’ve waited too long for this.
Kevin’s eyes flick to my hand. “Are you sure you don’t need the pack doctor to come over?”
I shake my head and answer flatly, “You and I
