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Third Person’s POV
Jocelyn Thorne’s brow was furrowed in confusion, her voice carrying sharp authority. “Aurora, what’s going on here? Why do you want Freya to apologize?”
Aurora folded her arms, her gaze sharp and deliberate. “A few days ago, Caelum and I attended a charity event at the Orphanage. I discovered that Freya may have been secretly sending messages to the press to discredit me. When I tried to check her WolfComm, she refused–and on top of that, she treated both Caelum and me with obvious hostility.”
Her words hung in the air like the scent of a storm just before it breaks. Then Aurora paused, her sharp eyes narrowing. “Jocelyn… Caelum’s wrist was broken, and it’s because of Freya. If she hadn’t been involved, Ss Whitmor wouldn’t have intervened in such a way. That’s just how it happened.”
Jocelyn’s face went pale, the realization hitting her like an icy gust. Ss… Ss Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition, had broken Caelum Grafton’s wrist? The thought was almost unimaginable. Ss was never one to act without purpose–but for Freya, he had struck again and again, crossing boundaries he usually respected.
Jocelyn spun toward Freya, her tone sharp andmanding. “Freya! Apologize to Aurora and Caelum immediately!” Freya, standing tall and unflinching, ignored themand. She had no intention of wasting time on these petty usations. Her Wolf senses were already focused on the offshore site, where Thorne Group employees were trapped. The Wolf in her sensed danger; the call to action pulsed like a drumbeat in her veins. The Wolf in her knew that hesitation could cost lives. “You dare <i>try </i>to stop me from leaving?” Freya’s voice was steady, carrying an edge of amusement that didn’t reach her eyes. Jocelyn, sensing the challenge to her authority, took a step forward. “Freya!”
Aurora, stepping in with the confidence of a Beta used to asserting dominance, added, “You’re a former operative, right? You’ve always liked showing your skills… consider this your chance. If you apologize and I’m satisfied, I will pilot the chopper to rescue the stranded employees. <i>If </i>not… well, your stubbornness could jeopardize the mission. And if anything happens to those people, it’s on you!”
The usation hung heavy in the air, but Freya’s instincts red. Threats could not sway her. She scanned the room, sensing the small pack of Thorne Group employees hiding behind security personnel. She could almost smell their fear, the worry for lives caught offshore, the anxious pulse of a pack in crisis.
Caelum’s voice, calm and controlled, cut through the tension. “Freya, you don’t have to apologize to me. But you owe Aurora a courtesy for the false usation. She <b>is </b>an active hero in her own right.”
Freya’s eyes narrowed slightly at the word “hero<b>.</b>” Aurora acting heroic She had seen enough deception and theatrics in the orphanage to doubt that narrative, “Hero or not, you need evidence to im I ndered you,” Freya replied, voice edged with steel. “I don’t have time for your theatrics. Lives are at stake.”
Jocelyn’s face hardened. “If you don’t apologize, you won’t leave!” She motioned sharply, and security personnel moved to encircle Freya, the silent assertion of human dominance attempting to mirror pack control,
She could feel the fear and uncertainty <b>in </b>the
Freya’s wolf instincts tensed, ears twitching, sensing the subtle shifts of when no wolf was physically threatening them.
humans around her, the <b>way </b>they paled in the shadow of Alpha presence
“You’re willing to gamble <b>the </b>lives of Thorne Group employees over an apology?” Jocelyn’s voice <b>rose</b><b>, </b>dripping with moral superiority. “Do you understand that every minute you waste increases the risk for those trapped on <b>the </b>ind<b>? </b>If anything happens, <b>I </b>won’t forgive you!”
Freya’s lips curved into a small, wolfish smile. The humans around her could only posture. “You won’t <b>forgive</b><b>… </b>and yet the <b>real </b>failure is Aurora’s,” she said, her voice low but cutting. “She refuses <b>to </b><b>go </b>because of personal grudges<b>. </b>That’s <b>the </b>real problem”
Jocelyn sputtered, flustered and outraged. “It’s because you won’t <b>apologize</b><b>!</b>”
Before the verbal skirmish could escte further, a low<b>, </bmanding <b>voice </b>cut through <b>the </b>room. “And <b>why </b>should <b>she </b>apologize?”
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* Finished
Every head turned as Ss Whitmor, Alpha of the Irond Coalition, appeared at the door. His presence alone shifted the room, a tangible pressure that made even the confident Jocelyn flinch. His gaze swept over Jocelyn, icy and precise, and she felt the chill of a pack Alpha’s wrath on her spine.
Aurora, slightly taken aback, tried to recover herposure. “Ss… Freya should apologize for the orphanage incident. Or are you going to apologize on her behalf?”
Ss‘ lips curved into a faint, dangerous smile. “My apology? You could never handle it.”
Aurora bristled, indignation shing in her eyes. “We don’t care if we can handle it or not. If you want Freya to fly that helicopter, she has to apologize!”
The Alpha’s gaze darkened, carrying the weight of a predator’s judgment. Freya stepped forward, her stance firm, chest lifted, voice carrying the strength of her pack lineage. “Aurora, lives are not leverage for your threats. You may choose not to go, but I will. I’m going to rescue them.”
Jocelyn froze, her authority undermined, while Aurora’s disdain shed openly. “You? You think you can? Even if you flew helicopters in the army, that was three years ago. The offshore winds are treacherous. Can you even handle it?”
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