I sat frozen on the healing bed. Tears refused to fall, yet an impossible weight crushed my chest.
The door opened.
Draven stepped inside, lifting my hand as if the carriage accident he caused was nothing more than an unfortunate mishap.
“Don’t blame Myrielle,” he said softly. “She overreached, that’s all. The failed treatment wasn’t entirely her fault.”
“She…” My voice cracked. “She turned my grandmother into a lifeless husk!”
“She regrets it,” he interrupted gently. “She hasn’t eaten, hasn’t slept. She plans to apologize to you.”
Then, in that calm, coaxing Alpha tone:
“I’ll handle your father’s case and your grandmother’s care. Just trust me, Lunessa. Don’t cause trouble. We’ll complete our Moonbinding soon.”
Moonbinding…
His eyes flickered with something I couldn’t name.
I remembered the conversation I overheard—and understanding hit me like a blade.
“I don’t want her apology!” I snapped. “She hurt someone—she must pay!”
His expression darkened instantly. “Lunessa, you continue to disappoint me.”
He lifted his crystal communicator, its cold light glinting in his eyes.
“Withdraw the charges against Myrielle… or your father loses his chance to ever walk again. You have thirty seconds.”