Gideons POV
Hearing Dr. Ian confirm that Sera was getting better—and that the energy I was feeding her was working— felt like a massive weight lifting off my chest. Every instinct inside my Alpha soul still wanted to open the floodgates and jam all my power into her at once, but I forced myself to hold back. Pacing myself was the only way to keep her and Vera safe.
Just as Ian closed the oak door behind him, Eric’s voice slammed sharply through our private mind-link.
Gideon, we’ve got a situation in the main courtyard. Representatives from the western refugee camp just arrived. They’re overwhelmed. They're running dangerously low on rations and medical supplies, and more displaced families are showing up by the hour.
I sighed, running a hand over my jaw. On my way, Eric.
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