Chapter <b>134 </b>
Skye’s POV
Le?e’s gare was sharp, his eyes unitoring as if trying in cat themigh my defenses. “Wicht egret,” he said, wo <b>to </b>help <b>you</b>.
Before I could respond, his hand shot out and gripped my
and i nouldn’t suppress the small grip that escaped my lips
-tight where the skin was still tender and cur beneath my sleeve. Pain jnfred up my shoulder
Adrian moved before I could blink. A low, threatening growl rumbled from deep in his chest as he stepped forward, every muscle coiled
Leon’s face shifted. His expression, once edged with initation, falleret. For a heartbeat, he looked stunned–almost guilty.
He let go abruptly, his hand dropping to his side like it had betrayed Him. A silence stretched between us, awkward and hear
Then, without looking me in the eye, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small jar of pale, golden cream. He extended it to me stiffly, as if offering a weapon rather than medicine,
“This is for healing scars,” he said tly. Then, as if needing to rify, he added, then asked me to bring it to you
The mention of my brother <b>struck </b>something tender in me. Ethan–always thinking of me, even now,
My fingers brushed the cool ss of the jar as I took it, but before I could say a word, Leon turned sharply.
Heyanked open his car door.
“Wait!” I called, stepping forward. “How <b>is </b>Ethan? 1 beard he was injured yesterday.”
Leon paused, one foot inside the <b>car</b>. He nced hack over <b>his </b>shoulder, jew tight. “Ethan is my Beta. I wouldn’t let anything happen to him.”
His eyes slid past me to Adrian. His voice turned hard again. “Before I be Alpha King, take care of my mate properly.”
With that, he climbed into the Porsche and mmed the door. The engine mared to life, tires screeching as he sped <b>away</b><b>. </b>
Adrian was still tense beside me, his fists clenched at his sides. I reached out <b>and </b><b>gently </b>touched his arm.
“Let’s take the statement to Elder Selene,” I said softly.
Elder Selene’s office smelled faintly of old parchment andvender oil. The atmosphere was calm, but undercut with tension.
“After a thorough examination,” she began, her voice formal but tinged with regret, “we’ve determined that the oven’s control wires were <b>damaged </b>by rodents. The code you entered was correct, which means Alpha Adrian has officially passed the second trial. I’ll make the announcement shortly.”
Adrian stood tall, but I could feel the anger radiating off him.
“Why
hy wasn’t the equipment inspected beforehand?” he asked tightly.
“They were,” Selene said, sighing. “The staff checked all devices the night before. No faults were found. No one anticipated rats chewing through wiring. It was<b>… </b>a tragic coincidence.”
Ryder, who had been pacing nearby like a caged woll, exploded. “Coincidence? Skye <b>nearly </b><b>died </b>in there! You call that an ident?”
“Every triales with its own dangers.” Selene <b>replied </b>coolly. <b>“</b>You all epted those risks by entering the election. However, the oversight is ours. The staff involved will be disciplined.”
“I want to speak to the person who inspected that o
oven<b>,</b>” Adrian said.
“He’s already been dismissed,” Selene answered. “But I can give you bls contact information. I hope you’re not seeking revenge. As I said, we believe this simply an ident.”
I stepped forward, my y voice calm. “Thank you, Elder Selene. We won’t pursue trondile. We’re just d the truth came to fight,”
meint it.<ol><li>Adrian staying in the race meant everything. The pain in my arms was a small price to pay.</li></ol>
“Bat—” Ryder started, only to stop when I gave his arm a gentle squeeze..
Lydia, who had been silently observing the entire exchange, suddenly spoke. “May I examine the damaged oven?
Elder Selene’s brow furrowed slightly at the request, clearly displeased with <b>Lydia’s </b>implied mistrust, but she nodded.
“Of course. This way<b>.</b>”<fnc19e> The source of th?s content is find?novel</fnc19e>
The scent of burnt <b>metal </b>
al <b>and </b>soot still lingered in the testing room, clinging to the walls like ghosts. As we stepped into the room, my breath caught.
The scorched remains of the oven stood in silent usation, ckened and broken, I could still remember the searing heat, the panic as the door refused to open, the air bing smoke–thick <b>and </b><b>deadly</b>.
Safe now. With you. My wolf’s voice was a whisper in my mind, trying to soothe me.<ul><li>he</li></ul>
Adrian must have sensed it. His arm wrapped protectively around my waist, pulling me close. “It’s over,” he murmured against my hair.
Lydia approached the oven without hesitation. Her movements were clinical<b>, </b><b>eyes </b>scanning <b>every </b><b>detail</b>. Her fingers brushed the damaged wires.
“Definitely bite <b>marks</b>,” she said after <b>a </b>long <b>moment</b>. “Not clean cuts. The instion’s been gnawed.”
Elder Selene crossed her arms. “Exactly. As I exined.”
“Maybe it really was just an ident,” I offered <b>softly</b>, half to reassure myself.
But Lydia didn’t answer right away. She lifted the frayed <b>wire </b>close to her face and inhaled. Her brow furrowed.
“There’s honey on these wires.”
The words dropped <b>like </b><b>a </b>stone into
o still water. The silence that followed was deafening.
Honey
Not something that just happens <b>to </b>end up on electrical equipment. But the perfect <b>lure </b>for rats.
My heart slowed in my chest, then kicked into a harder rhythm.
Someone had wanted those wires chewed. Someone had turned an ident <b>into </b><b>a </b>weapon.
“This wasn’t an <b>ident </b><b>at </b>all,” Lydia said grimly.
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