Lina's POV
The moment I heard the crash, I bolted toward Gloria's suite and speed-dialed Silas. "Get here. Now. Bring backup."
The door was locked from the inside, reinforced steel behind carved wood—every pack elder's suite was built to withstand a rogue attack.
I pounded on it with both fists. "Gloria! Gloria, are you okay? Please—open the door!"
Her voice came through faintly, calm but terrifyingly weak. "Lina, sweetheart... I'm fine. Go back. Please."
My wolf—if I'd had one—would've been clawing to break through. But all I had was my own panic and the sickening thud of my heartbeat in my ears.
"Dorothy!" I shouted. "Whatever's going on—whatever happened between you two—please don't do anything you'll regret!"
A cold, bitter laugh echoed from inside.
"Regret?"
