Just as I appeared to be losing ground on all fronts.
Sarah achieved what she’d schemed for Senior Healer status at the Royal Institution.
One step away from Chief Healer, exactly as planned.
Michael hosted a celebration worthy of an Alpha’s mate.
The great hall of their pack house dripped with wealth–crystal chandeliers, ancient healing artifacts, rare herbs displayed in
golden cases
Pack leaders from every major territory filled the room, their power humming through the air.
Michael had invited them all, carefully laying groundwork for Sarah’s Chief Healer bid.
Sarah floated through the crowd in pristine white healer’s robes, silver healing stones glittering at her throat.
Her voice stayed soft, humble: “I only wish to serve the packs. To heal our kind.”
The perfect image of a dedicated healer.
Next came the testimonials – wolves she’d supposedly saved from silver poisoning.
The moon crystal display shimmered to life.
But the image that appeared wasn’t what they’d planned.
Grainy footage, clearly recorded in secret, filled the screen.
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The Institution’s private healing chambers came into view, another Senior Healer – Elizabeth Kane working on advanced
potions.
Sarah stumbled in, her movements too precise to be accidental.
In one fluid motion, she grabbed Elizabeth’s silver tools, drawing blood across her own skin.
The other healer’s shock radiated through the recording.
Then Sarah’s mask dropped, revealing the predator beneath:
“Who gave you permission to compete for Chief Healer?” Her voice dripped venom. “You dare challenge me?”
She stepped closer, power crackling.
“Do you know who my mate is? Michael Reed, Alpha of the strongest pack in three territories.”
Her fingers traced the silver cuts meaningfully.
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“When he sees these wounds, you better have your apology prepared.!
