Whoever left the pack in a fit of rage did so with no intention of ever returning, and Nicole was no exception. The finality of her decision hardened her spine and sharpened her tongue.
There was no need for restraint anymore, no reason to soften the truth for people she would never see again.
"Enjoy this little privilege while it lasts," she said coldly, her voice steady and precise. "And pray we never cross paths in the city. As for your son, you will never find a cure. Luna Seraphine completed part of the process alone, after we had already closed the procedure and left. If you understood even the basics of how the shifts work, you would know that."
She paused only long enough to inhale, watching with grim satisfaction as the color drained from Daisy’s face. Then she struck again, harder and far more deliberate.
"No one witnessed the entire process. No one. So if you truly want your son to live, you should go and beg Luna Seraphine to create another tether. Because according to her, there was never a cure to begin with."
Daisy snapped, her fury surged violently to the surface, and she swung again, desperation fueling the punch. This time, Nicole anticipated it. She stepped aside smoothly, the movement effortless, practiced.
"Is that all you’ve got?" Nicole sneered. "You’re nothing but a two-faced bitch."
The insult landed with brutal precision. Daisy trembled, rage and humiliation warring inside her chest. The doctors in the room averted their gazes, pretending to be occupied. They knew better than to intervene. This was no longer about medicine, but power, pride, and blood.
Daisy lifted her hand, instinctively preparing to mindlink Ravyn, but stopped.
If questions were asked, if the wrong people started digging, the truth would surface, especially concerning her lack of formal medical expertise, the corners she had cut, and the things she had pretended to understand but never truly mastered.
She watched Nicole walk away without looking back, her footsteps echoing with permanence. Two doctors gone, lost forever, and it was all because of Seraphine.
Daisy’s fingers curled into her palm until her nails bit into skin. Her teeth ground together as hatred simmered just beneath the surface.
Once Bryan was cured, she would hunt Seraphine down wherever she was hiding and put her firmly back in her place. The medical team resumed their work, tension lingering thick in the air.
Ravyn remained at the pack grounds for several days, restoring order, stabilizing the hierarchy, and addressing fractures that had begun to spread after Seraphine’s departure.
One issue loomed larger than the rest. The vacant Beta position.
Ravyn reached out to pack members who had settled in the city, wolves who had built successful, comfortable lives far from the brutality of pack politics, but one by one, they declined.
None of them were willing to sacrifice stability for a role that came with relentless pressure and little mercy. Pack life was unforgiving. One misstep, one perceived weakness, and even a Beta could be cast aside without ceremony.
In the city, their lives were predictable, and secure. Still, a few days later, Ravyn was surprised by the return of one of those he had called.
The man was unmarried, childless, and though prosperous in the city, not bound to it.
"Damon Locke," Ravyn said, disbelief and relief mingling in his tone. "You changed your mind?"
Damon inclined his head respectfully. "Yes, Alpha. I remembered something important. If we all abandon the pack... what becomes of our wolves? We need the pack just as much as it needs us."


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