The two hours felt like an eternity.
We waited in one of the pack buildings, Celeste pacing like a caged animal while Riley tried to get her to eat something. I held Hope close, her small warmth grounding me while Duke stood at the window, watching Damien's contingent across the compound.
"He's planning something," Duke said quietly. "I can feel it."
"Let him plan." Victoria's voice was hard as she entered the room. "The evidence is damning. Medical records showing repeated injuries consistent with physical abuse. Witness statements from pack members who saw him drag her back after escape attempts. Financial records proving he cut off her access to money, to communication, to everything."
"Will it be enough?" Celeste's voice was small, fragile in a way that broke my heart.
"It has to
