DEREK
The moment the emergency response teams cleared the worst of the wreckage, the adrenaline began to fade—and reality set in.
The Alliance Summit had been attacked. Not just disrupted. Not just interrupted. Attacked.
Bombs, blood, death. Alphas injured. Lunas crying. Warriors dead.
I had bruises forming across my ribs, a deep cut across my side that had already scabbed over—but that was nothing compared to the blow this night had landed on all of us.
Logan approached with a grim look, carrying a bundle of clothes he’d scavenged from what looked like a destroyed hotel boutique—dark slacks and a pale blouse that looked two sizes too big for Elena. He handed them to her with a quiet grunt, and she took them with a nod.
“Thanks,” she muttered, then turned her back to us and started
