Alpha Fermando knew he couldn’t go to Silverclaw Pack to find me.
So he decided to try his luck at the Healer’s Sanctum. He had heard I worked there.
He waited in a shadowed corner of a secluded hallway, hidden carefully from sight. He watched the healers bustle around, each one focused and purposeful.
Then—
He saw me.
I was speaking with a young healer, my tone gentle yet firm.
Fermando’s breath caught for a moment.
I had changed.
Not in appearance—I was still beautiful, perhaps even more radiant than before.
But in presence.
I was no longer the timid, soft-spoken Gamma who once flinched under pressure. I was poised, confident, commanding respect without having to raise my voice or bare my teeth.
He didn’t approach until I was alone.
“Thalia.” His voice was hoarse, laced with
