Drake
I returned to the high–rise apartment a little after one in the morning, my shoulders tense from the pack meeting that had dragged on longer than
necessary.
The apartment was quiet, bathed in a soft silver glow that spilled from the bedroom. I paused in the doorway, my eyes adjusting to the dim light. Elsa was curled up in the far corner of the bed, her golden hair spread across the pillow like a halo. The source of the light was that ridiculous little silver moon
nightlight she’d insisted on keeping.
I’d always found it childish, this need for a nightlight at her age. But tonight, seeing how the gentle silver glow highlighted the curves of her face, softening her features in sleep, I couldn’t bring myself to hate it. It suited her somehow, this small rebellion against the darkness.
She’d tucked herself as far away from my side of the bed as physically possible, her body curled protectively inward. Even in sleep, she was trying to escape
My wolf stirred, pleased to see her back where she belonged yet irritated by her obvious reluctance. I resisted the urge to wake her, to remind her body who it belonged to. She needed rest, and tomorrow would bring enough challenges.
My phone vibrated in my pocket. I stepped back into the hallway, closing the bedroom door quietly behind me.
“Sir.” Taylor’s voice was crisp despite the late hour.
“Report,” I said, keeping my voice low.
“Lillian’s condition is stable. The silver poisoning has been contained, and the artificial heart is functioning properly. The medical team is monitoring her
around the clock as you requested.”
I nodded, though Taylor couldn’t see it. “And the boy? Oliver?”
There was a slight hesitation on the line. “The situation is… complicated. That Clark person is being difficult. He’s insisting that Oliver attempted to murder
him and wants to press charges.”
I suppressed a growl. “Handle it. Make sure Oliver doesn’t face any long–term consequences. And arrange proper medical care for him.”
“Yes, sir.”
I ended the call, leaning against the wall. Elsa was too naive for her own good. All this time struggling on her own when she could have simply relied on me from the beginning. As my mate–even a temporary one–her family was under my protection. If she’d just accepted her place instead of fighting me at every turn, none of this would have happened.
I was heading toward the bathroom to shower when my phone rang again. I glanced at the screen, not recognizing the number.
‘Drake Stone,” I answered curtly.
“Drake, it’s me.” Vera’s voice was trembling, choked with tears. ‘I need you. Please. I think… I think I hit someone with my car.”
My jaw clenched. I’d deleted her number from my contacts after our last conversation, but she was still a member of my pack. And as Alpha, it was my responsibility to handle problems that could affect the Black Obsidian’s reputation.
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Chapter 247
“Where are you?” I asked, already heading toward the front door
She rattled off an address on the outskirts of the city, in territory that bordered the Silver Moon pack. What the hell was she doing there at this hour?
“Stay in your car Lock the doors. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.”
“Thank you, she whispered. “I didn’t know who else to call.
i ended the call and added her number back to my contacts, pinning her location on my map app. Whatever mess she’d gotten herself into, I needed to clean
it up before it became a pack issue
I glanced back toward the bedroom where Elsa slept. She wouldn’t even notice I was gone. With one last look at the silver glow spilling from beneath the
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