There was a brief silence before Carlisle answered.
“Alright.”
His voice was calm. Almost too calm.
“Come to my suite. We’ll talk there.”
Sylas didn’t know what else to say.
He ended the connection and headed toward the Alpha’s private quarters.
On the way, he made a detour to the small clinic attached to the packhouse, where both the pack doctor and healer stayed.
Unlike the main hospital, this clinic existed for emergencies involving the Alpha’s household. Whenever someone from the Alpha’s immediate family was injured or suddenly fell ill, treatment began there before a transfer became necessary.
Carlisle had specifically instructed Sylas to speak with both of them.
As Sylas reached the entrance, he lifted a hand to knock.
Then he stopped.
Voices drifted through the slightly o
