The sterile hospital hallway seemed to stretch endlessly before me as I strode toward the restricted wing. My footsteps echoed against the pristine tiles, matching the rhythmic pounding of rage in my chest. My mind was still reeling from my encounter with Elara, but there was another matter that demanded my attention.
Another person who needed to pay.
I approached the security checkpoint, where two burly wolves stood guard. They straightened immediately upon seeing me.
"Alpha," they said in unison, lowering their eyes respectfully.
I didn't bother responding. They knew why I was here. This wasn't my first visit, nor would it be my last.
The heavy door slid open with a pneumatic hiss, revealing a specialized medical unit that officially didn't exist. The scent of disinfectant and underlying pain hit me as I entered—a fitting combination for this place.
