Chapter 95: Fractured Alliances and Desperate Measures
(Richard Winters' POV)
The sterile scent of wolfsbane-free disinfectant filled my nostrils as I lay in the hospital bed, my body aching from the "fall" down the stairs. The pain was manageable, but the humiliation burned deeper than any physical wound.
Two imposing Rivers pack enforcers stood guard outside my private room like silent sentinels. Their presence was both reassuring and insulting—I needed protection in my own territory.
The door opened, and Natalie entered carrying a thermal container. Her amber eyes widened when she saw the guards.
"Who are you?" she questioned, her Luna instincts immediately alert.
Olivia appeared in the doorway behind her. "Luna Natalie, my father's fall... I don't think it was an accident.
