"It''s all arranged. Should I send it over now?" Maxwell''s voice came through the
phone.
"Yes." I ended the call, satisfaction settling in my chest.
I had arranged everything Evelyn Winters needed - clothing, food,
amodation, and transportation. The finest moonlight herbs money could buy,
imported from the sacred groves of the Eastern Territories.
This was my chance topensate for past mistakes. To fulfill the promise I
made to "Orange Mom" when I was ten years old - to take good care of her.
Now that she was still alive, I wanted to offer her the best in the world. She
deserved a life offort after everything she''d endured.
My wolf stirred with purpose beneath my skin. This was how I could show Olivia
that I remembered our bond, even if she couldn''t forgive me yet.
As the car pulled away from Shadowfall Detention Center, Maxwell Chen got out
and hailed a taxi. He would arrange for the delivery of items to Olivia''s residence
while I drove myself to the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den.
(Third person''s POV)
Victoria Frost watched Ethan''s ck Alpha Vehicle disappear down the road. Her
wolf paced anxiously beneath her skin as she made her decision.
She couldn''t wait any longer. She needed to confirm if Connor ckthorn had
given the evidence to Ethan.
If he had, she would devise a n to prevent it from falling into Ethan''s hands.
The thought of spending the rest of her life in prison made her stomach churn with
terror.
She remembered her experience in the detention center - the cold concrete, the
stench of fear and desperation. She couldn''t endure it again.
Once Ethan obtained evidence of her hiring someone to kill James Knight, he
would ensure she remained imprisoned for life. Her wolf whimpered at the
thought.
The taxi driver quickly assisted her with the wheelchair when she finally emerged
from the vehicle. Victoria settled into the seat, her mind racing with desperate
ns.
"Emma, cover up your facial injuries with makeup," she instructed sharply. "Put on
your Midnight Blue Overcoat to hide the wounds underneath."
Emma obeyed silently, her small hands trembling as she applied concealer to her
bruised face. The makeup couldn''tpletely hide the swelling, but it would have
to do.
After preparing, Victoria gave Emma careful instructions before they headed
toward the detention center entrance. Everything depended on this performance.
The detention center guard stopped them at the entrance, his expression stern
and professional.
"No prior arrangement was made for this visit," he stated firmly.
Victoria pulled Emma to her side, her
eyes immediately reddening with
practiced tears. Her wolf projected
distressed pheromones that would
trigger any male''s protective
instincts.
"Please, sir," she pleaded, her voice
breaking with emotion. "Connor and
his daughter have such a special
bond. She desperately wants to see
him after undergoing sessful
surgery."
Emma began to cry on cue, tugging at the guard''s uniform with her small hands.
"Please, I need to see my daddy! I was so scared during the operation!"
The guard''s expression softened as
he looked down at the injured child.
Connor had been saving his
visitation rights, never using them
despite being imprisoned for
months.
"Alright," he relented, his voice gentle. "But this is a special exception."
Victoria visibly rxed, wiping away Emma''s tears with false tenderness. Her wolf
settled slightly as they followed the guard through the simplified procedure.
The guard skipped the pre-application process, moved by the emotional scene.
He then went to notify Connor of his unexpected visitors.
Connor ckthorn leaped from his cot when he heard Emma had arrived. His
excitement was so intense that he hit his head on the iron bed frame.
Ignoring the sharp pain, he rushed forward, his wolf surging beneath his skin with
anticipation. He could hardly believe his daughter was actually there.
The guard witnessed Connor''s happiness and felt his leniency was justified.
Fellow inmates urged Connor to tidy himself up before the meeting.