Chapter 60
Third Person's POV
The morning lights were just flicking on in the Royal Healing Institute hallway.
Trista scanned her key card to enter, but before she even reached her clinic, someone stopped her. The Executive Director was waiting.
He personally ushered her into his office, addressing her with deferential werewolves courtesy, "Luna Trista."
His voice was soft, but his eyes darted away.
He started with the usual corporate fluff—how much the Institute valued her healing success, how respected she was—before finally landing on the real issue—
He "gently" suggested she might want to consider quitting on her own.
Both of them knew this wasn't the Institute's decision. It was pressure coming from far above.
Trista didn't fight him.
She listened, said she'd think about it,
