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Casts 95

    The phone rang just as the sun was setting over Oasishom, casting long shadows across Adrian’s office. He answered on the second ring, his expression immediately shifting from calm to tresion as he recognized the caller


    “Because you did not obtain the Alpha King’s apparral before dissolving Gravestone Park and confiscating their territory, it vites the established protocols,” the voice on the other end announced. Even though the phone, I could hear the formal<b>, </b>bureaucratie tone of the North American Werewolf Council elder. “The Council has decided to reassess your candidacy for the Alpha King election.”


    Adrian’s amber eyes shed with barely <b>controlled </b>anger. Gemstone <b>Park </b>was a concert” he growled into the receiver. “Those monsters had terrorized the western territories for years! Where were you when they poisoned our water? When they tortured and murdered our Beta? Why didn’t the Council <b>speak </b>up for the <b>packs </b>suffering under Kane’s tyranny?<fnc5db> The rightful source is Find?Novel</fnc5db>


    I could hear the elder’s response, though his words were measured and diplomatic: “I understand your frustration, Alpha Adrian. I’m merely following established procedures. My superiors have instructed us to review your eligibility in light of recent events.”<ul><li>Adrian’s jaw elenched, his free hand curling into a fist on his <b>desk</b><b>. </b><b>“</b>I will provide evidence of Kane’s crimes and those of his subordinates,” he said, each word carefully controlled despite the fury beneath. “And if the Council still chooses to deny my candidacy, 1 will petition alongside eight other westem <b>packi </b>for a formal <b>appeal</b>.”</li></ul>


    Without waiting for a response, he ended the <b>call</b>, the phone ttering onto his desk with more force thin necessary.


    “Adrian.” I began, confusion and anger mixing in my voice. “Didn’t the Council approve your candidaty just <b>two </b><b>days </b>ago? Why are they <b>suddenly </b>reassessing? This doesn’t make sense!!


    Adriam rat


    ran a hand through his dark hair, <b>his </b>shoulders tense with frustration. I don’t know,” <b>he </b>admitted, though his eyes held a suspicious glint “Something’s changed, and I doubt it’s because they suddenly care about western pack politics.”


    “Could it be Kane’s Beta?” I suggested. Maybe he’s trying to sabotage your campaign out of revenge”


    Adrian shook his <b>head </b>dismissively. “Kane’s Beta doesn’t <b>have </b>the connections or influence to reach the <b>Council’s </b>inner circles.” He paused, his expression. darkening. “But my uncle Maxwell does. He probably heard about an absorbing Gravestones territory and resources. Thest thing he wants is for us to be more powerful.”


    The mention of Maxwell sent a <b>surge </b>of imitation through me. Though I’d never met the man who had stolen Adrian’s birthright, I already despised him for what he’d done to Adrian–and <b>now </b>for potentially sabotaging his dreams.


    “Don’t worry about this, Skye,” Adrian said, his voice gentling as he futiced my <b>expression</b>. “Til <b>pass </b>their reassessment. But I need you to help prepare our evidence against Cravestone <b>Pack</b><b>” </b>


    I nodded, <b>already </b>mentally cataloging what we needed. “I’ll get the reports from Dr. Chen–Nadia’s Jejury reports <b>and </b>autopsy findings.”


    <b>Adrian </b>winced slightly at the mention<b>, </b>but gestured approvingly. “Good. But there’s more.”


    “Kane’s public vition of our most <b>sacred </bws,” I continued, understanding his train of thought. The wedding incident–attacking humans openly, risking exposure of our kind–that’s far more serious than internal pack conflicts.”


    “Exactly.” Adrian confirmed. The Council might overlook tentorial disputes, but they can’t ignore threats to our collective secrecy.”


    Later that evening, <b>I </b><b>sat </b>in the B office. It felt trange to think of it as mine. Stacks of documents surrounded my <b>desk</b>. Dr. Chen <b>bad </b>provided the medical reports, I could barely force myself to the clinical descriptions of what Nadia had endured<b>. </b>Each word felt like <b>a </b>fresh <b>wound</b>.


    <b>As </b>1 organized the evidence of Kane’s vitions of werewolfw, phone rang. Jessie’s name <b>flushed </b>on the screen, and I realised with a <b>pang </b>of gullt that 1 had checked on her since the wedding two weeks ago.


    “Skye!” Her cheerful voice immediately <b>eased </b>some of the <b>tension </b>I’d been carrying. How are you feeling? You disappeared so suddenly <b>that </b>night!”


    I’m fine,” I replied, grateful that Kane’s memory maniption had spared her the trauma of that evening. How your head? That was quite a fall you took”


    “All healed up now,” sheughed. “And guess what? Jake and I are trying for a baby! He’s so excited at the thought of bring a dad.”


    Relief washed over me. At least in Jessie’s memory, her wedding had remained perfect–untainted by the violence and terror that had actually unfolded


    “That’s wonderful news, lessic. I’m so happy for you both.“


    Buck’s voice suddenly came through the phone. “<b>Skye</b>? Is that you, darlin‘? I’ve been worried sick! Your boyfriend came looking for you a couple weeks <b>back</b>. You doing thight?”


    “Boyfriend?” I asked, momentarily confused.


    That


    tall, dark–haired fe. Adrian! He seemed real concerned when he couldn’t reach you.”


    Understanding dawned. “Oh, Back Hes not my boyfriend. We work together.”


    I heard Back chuckle. “Well, he <b>sure </b>acted like more than a coworker, sweetheart. The way he talked about you, the worry <b>you</b>. And if you ask me, he’s a whole lot better than those bar flies who used to hit on you. You <b>should </b>give him a chancr


    in his


    eyes–that man cares about


    After s


    saying goodbye to Buck and Jessie, I <b>remained </b>at my desk, staring at the evidence files while his words echoed in my mind. Adrian cared <b>about </b>ne that much was obvious. But since Nadia’s death, something had shifted <b>inside </b>me.


    Before, when Nadia was alive and constantly warning me away from Adrian, I had been able to dismiss my feelings or at least keep them manageable. Now, with her gone and her final wishes resting on my shoulders, the idea of pursuing anything romantic with Adrian felt <b>lille </b><b>a </b>betrayal.


    Take care of him, she had asked. Be the Beta he needs.


    How could I be what he needed professionally if I was co


    I was constantly battling personal feelings? How could I honor <b>Nadia’s </b>memory while upying two roles <b>in </b>Adrian’s life–both his Beta and his… what<b>? </b>Lover? Partner?


    The thought felt like stealing something that shouldn’t be mine, like a fundamental betrayal of everything


    rything Nadia had sacrificed.


    No. It was time to bury these feelings once and for all. Adrian needed a Beta who could serve needed what Nadia <b>had </b>been–loyal, strong, and upromised by personal desire.


    without theplication of romantic attachment. He


    I closed the file folders with a decisive snap, my resolution settling over me like amor. Whatever Adrian faced in the <b>Alpha </b>King election, whatever challenges came our way, I would stand <b>beside </b>him as <b>his </b>Bets–nothing more, nothing less


    Nadia’s ghost deserved at least <b>that </b>much respect.
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