Elena’s POV
After my tense exchange with Liam, he refused to divulge the full extent of Briar’s situation, but he committed to helping me uncover her true identity. That promise was all I could ask for at this point.
I understood that exposure to werewolves remained the only catalyst for awakening her dormant wolf. This reality presented our most pressing challenge.
The urgency of surrounding her with our kind while she remained confined to that military base consumed my thoughts. We needed to act swiftly, yet strategically.
The hunters undoubtedly possessed methods to detect werewolf presence in their vicinity. One wrong move could expose everything.
Liam’s sincerity in wanting to help her seemed genuine enough. However, his hunter status demanded my constant vigilance. This could easily be an elaborate trap designed to ensnare me. Moving forward required extreme caution, and attempting this alone would be suicide.
Every step of this operation needed witnesses. Someone had to know my exact whereabouts at all times. If Liam decided to betray me, I wouldn’t go down without backup.
People often underestimated my intelligence, but anyone familiar with my reputation knew better than to threaten me or my family. That path led straight to their grave.
If only I had possessed this wisdom twenty-two years ago.
Returning to the packhouse, I climbed to my room and nearly leaped from my skin when the lights revealed Caleb waiting in the darkness.
"Where have you been? I tried calling, mind linking, everything imaginable." His voice carried sharp irritation.
"I left my phone behind and blocked the mind link. I needed a walk to sort through my thoughts." The lie rolled off my tongue smoothly.
"Why did you redirect the south patrol to the north border?" His interrogation continued.
"I received reports of disturbances in that area." Another careful deflection.
"Nothing happened there. The reports were clean." His eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"My apologies. I must have been mistaken." I kept my expression neutral.
"What game are you playing?" He stepped closer, his Alpha instincts flaring.
"It’s past midnight, Caleb. I’m going to bed." I moved toward the bathroom, hoping to end this confrontation.
"Mom. I pray you understand the consequences of whatever you’re planning." He blocked my path, his stance threatening.
"Let me clarify something. I don’t report to you, and despite your title, I remain your mother and Luna. You will not dictate my actions. Are we clear?" My voice dropped to a dangerous whisper.
"Crystal clear." He backed down, though reluctance colored his tone.
"Excellent. Now leave my room." I held his gaze until he surrendered.
Caleb lingered for several heartbeats, clearly sensing my deception, but he eventually retreated without another word.



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