Fifteen

“Alpha Damon, may I speak with you for a moment? It’s about Harriet.”

I turned abruptly at Sandra's voice, the anxious tremor in her fingers betraying the calm she was trying to project. A low growl rumbled deep within me, driven by instincts I couldn't suppress—the primal urge to protect and the insatiable need to uncover the truth. Something was buried beneath her calm facade and twisted like a knot in my stomach.

"I will give you some space," Lucas suddenly announced and disappeared.

“What do you know? What are you hiding from me?” My words cut through the air, harsher than I intended, but the desperation clawing at my insides demanded answers. I wanted to shake the truth from her like the beast I was.

"Damon, please," she breathed, inching closer yet remaining cautious. "She called me. She's okay—she's alive."

Relief flooded through me, only to twist into confusion and rage. “And? What else?” I pressed, my impatience boiling over.

“She said she’s happy,” Sandra con