Sloane's POV
I knew there was no way I could resist Epoch's command.
If I chased after him now, he had a thousand ways to send me back.
But I couldn't stop the worry gnawing at my chest. The only thing I could do was call Lucy.
When she picked up, it was obvious she was in the middle of chaos, barking orders at the construction site of our Pack's new medical tower. Her voice rang out, full of theatrical urgency.
"My little princess! Just so you know, I'm standing under a crane right now. If something drops, I'll be flattened in an instant. So hurry—speak!"
I sighed. Typical Lucy—dramatic as ever, laughing in the face of danger she probably exaggerated.
"What's wrong with our mining business?" I asked urgently. "What does the pack need right now? Tell me how I can help."
"Oh, thank
