Chapter 42: Retribution
(Sarah's POV)
I rushed into the sacred healing den, the scent of wolfbane and herbs choking the air. Daniel lay on the makeshift bed, his face pale and forehead slick with sweat.
His wolf’s presence flickered weakly beneath his skin, its usual vibrant dominance reduced to a faint whimper.
My heart clenched at the sight of my son—my pride, my future Alpha—laid low like this. But more than sympathy, a simmering fury boiled within me.
"Tell me what happened," I demanded, stepping closer to him.
Daniel struggled to sit up. His breath came in shallow gasps. "She humiliated me," he rasped, his voice raw with a mix of rage and shame. His unfocused amber eyes barely looked at me as his fists clenched, trembling against the white linen sheets.
"That... creature
