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I grabbed her arm. “What happened up there?”
The woman’s voice trembled. “Don’t go! A rogue wolf’s gone crazy in the law firm, attacking people with a silver dagger! You better run!”
She bolted away, leaving me rooted to the spot. A silver dagger-the most dangerous weapon against our kind. Silver prevented our healing abilities, making wounds potentially fatal.
Instead of running away, I sprinted straight toward the law firm. My colleagues were in danger. My wolf pushed me forward, urging me to protect my packmates.
As I reached the entrance, a cacophony of ferocious male growls, women’s sobs, and shrieks filled my ears. The sight before me struck like a nightmare.
Blood pooled beneath Gregory Thompson-my office colleague-who lay writhing with a bleeding wound at his waist. The silver was preventing his werewolf healing from activating. His face was contorted in agony, his normally kind eyes now glazed with pain.
Not far away, a frenzied man brandished a silver dagger wildly. His eyes were bloodshot with a faint amber glow-a clear sign of an omega wolf in human form. His clothes were disheveled, his face twisted in rage.
“f**k all you damned pack lawyers!” he roared, spittle flying from his mouth. “Since you want to ruin me, I’ll take you all to hell with me!”
His voice cracked with despair and rage. “I got nothing left to lose. A couple more dead wolves mean nothing!”
Like a rabid beast, he lunged at a woman in heels-Valerie Pierce from the corporate law department. She screamed hysterically, backing away.
“Help! Please, I didn’t handle your case! Don’t kill me!”
The rogue wolf-Derek Harlow, according to the name tag still clipped to his jacket- no longer seemed to care who had wronged him. He had already stabbed Gregory, who had likely been the lawyer on his case. Now he was consumed by blind bloodlust, attacking anyone in sight.
Valerie, desperate, tried to hide among her colleagues, hoping to divert the madman’s attention. No one dared intervene after witnessing Gregory’s collapse; the entire office was paralyzed by terror, their wolves cowering within rather than rising to fight against the silver weapon.
Seeing Derek closing in on Valerie, my instincts kicked in. I kicked off my high heels, flung aside my black blazer, and shot forward with supernatural speed, my wolf
Mending me strength.
Just as Derek prepared to stab, Valerie grabbed the trembling intern Jade Mitchell from beside her, shoving her forward as a human shield. Jade’s face was deathly pale, tears streaming down in terror. She squeezed her eyes shut, convinced this was the end, her submissive beta nature freezing her in place.
But the expected agony never came. Instead, gasps echoed through the room.
Jade opened her eyes shakily and witnessed what was happening. I had confronted the silver dagger-wielding attacker head-on, my wolf’s reflexes fully engaged.
Derek, lost in madness, flailed his blade without skill or caution. I dodged deftly, my movements fluid and precise, avoiding fatal strikes. Yet his blade still caught my arm, slashing through my white shirt sleeve. Blood instantly soaked the fabric, and pain bit into me as the silver burned my flesh, temporarily preventing my healing.
My amber eyes hardened with determination. I wouldn’t let him hurt anyone else.
“You f*****g want to die?!” Derek roared, charging again.
I sidestepped with supernatural grace and seized his wrist in a flash, twisting viciously. A sickening c***k sounded, followed by Derek’s scream of agony. The silver dagger clattered to the ground.
A male colleague swiftly kicked the blade away and picked it up, careful to avoid touching the silver directly.
Disarmed, the attacker was no match for my enhanced strength. I landed a flurry of punches to his face, then a fierce kick to his head, sending him reeling. Before he could recover, I executed a swift combination of kicks and a shoulder throw, smashing him onto the floor.
The entire office looked on, stunned by my ferocity. The quiet, graceful lawyer they knew had transformed into a force of raw power and courage that hinted at my alpha bloodline.
Moments later, the pack security forces and medical team arrived, hauling away the subdued rogue and rushing Gregory to the emergency healing center. The fear-stricken employees finally dared to gather around me, their faces still pale and eyes wide with shock.
Jade’s cheeks were wet with tears, her voice trembling. “Olivia…I thought I was going to die… Thank you, thank you for saving me.”
Even the usually composed Heather Phillips was pale. “Ten years in this profession,
? but I’ve never faced anything like this. Being a pack lawyer really is a dangerous job.”
Valerie, still shaken, fretted, “Will Gregory… survive?”
Heather’s tone was tight. “He will be fine. The silver didn’t penetrate too deeply.”
Male colleagues now looked at me with awe, their wolves instinctively showing respect.
“Olivia, I never knew you had such fighting skills. That was incredible!” one said.
Another chimed in. “Thank you for saving all of us.”
Someone else laughed nervously. “Calling you gentle was my biggest mistake. You fight like a true Alpha’s daughter.”
Ignoring their praise, I fixed my icy gaze on Valerie. “Just now, did you try to use Jade as a human shield?”
Valerie averted her eyes guiltily, her wolf submitting involuntarily to my dominant presence. “I… I was just trying to protect myself…”
But everyone had witnessed her pushing the terrified intern forward. Their looks turned disdainful, pack loyalty demanding better.
My tone was frosty. “Some ’emergency self-defense.’ Aren’t you a pack lawyer? Don’t you know that other wolves’ lives can’t be sacrificed to protect your own?”
My fierce glare cut like knives, my wolf’s anger barely contained. “You should be grateful I was here. If Jade died, you’d be facing murder charges and pack expulsion.”
Ashamed and pale, Valerie bit her lip in silence, her wolf cowering within.
Jade gently interrupted, “Olivia, your arm is still bleeding from the silver. Please go to the healing center.”
I glanced down at my blood-soaked sleeve, pain and exhaustion dulling my anger as the silver continued to prevent my natural healing. Without another word to Valerie, I turned and left for treatment.
After having my wound cleaned with moonlight herb solution and bandaged to neutralize the silver’s effects, I stepped into the corridor to handle the paperwork and collect healing salves.
Just then, an icy voice cut through the air: “Olivia Winters? What are you doing here?”
It was Cassandra Evans, her face tight and unfriendly, crossing my path with unmistakable hostility, her wolf’s scent radiating aggression.
(Olivia’s POV)
I spotted them immediately as I walked down the hospital corridor. Ethan Grey and Cassandra Evans stood near the reception desk, their backs to me. Even from behind, I recognized Ethan’s broad shoulders and Cassandra’s elegant posture.
The realization hit me quickly – Ethan must be hospitalized here too. After the beating Connor gave him last night, he’d likely be bedridden for at least two weeks.
I wasn’t surprised to see Cassandra with him. These days, wherever Ethan went, she followed like a shadow. He clearly couldn’t bear to leave her behind in Harbor City, even for medical treatment.
I had no desire for another confrontation. No energy for pointless squabbling. So I simply changed direction, taking a longer route to avoid them.
As I passed by at a distance, I felt Cassandra’s gaze lock onto me. Though I didn’t look back, I could almost feel the daggers she was staring into my retreating figure.
“Olivia Winters, you haunt me like a lingering ghost,” she must be thinking.
I knew her well enough to guess her thoughts. She’d be wondering why Ethan had rushed to Riverdale from Harbor City. Was it because of me? Was his injury connected to me somehow? Her jealousy would be twisting inside her like a knife.
Let her wonder. I had my own problems to deal with.
My phone rang as I approached the hospital exit. Connor’s name flashed on the screen.
“Livvy,” his deep voice carried clear concern. “I just saw the news that someone caused trouble at your firm, and some were stabbed. Are you alright? Where are you? I’ll come find you.”
I shifted the bag of medicine to my other hand. “I’m fine. Just at the hospital, about to go home.”
“Were you hurt?” His voice grew more urgent. “Which hospital are you at?”
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