The Council left at dusk, but their presence still poisoned the air.
Lord Darius Kane had lingered longest, his silver eyes promising future violence as he shook Justin’s hand with false courtesy. “Recover quickly, Supreme Alpha,” he had said. “The realm grows restless without a strong hand at the wheel.” The threat was clear. Lady Seraphine Voss had said nothing, but her parting glance toward me carried quiet approval — and a warning.
Now the clinic was mine again.
And Justin was back where he belonged.
I had him brought to the private surgical suite immediately after the Council departed. The stimulant I had given him was wearing off. His body trembled as two of my nurses helped him onto the reinforced medical bed. The moment the restraints clicked around his wrists and ankles, a vis
