Chapter 19: The Doctor’s Rage A knock echoed through the room.
“I believe my friend is here now,” Nick said, rising from his seat and moving toward the door. There was a faint smile on his face, though a hint of unease lurked beneath it.
But when he opened the door, it wasn’t the expected guest. Standing before him was Roland, the Beta of the Pack. His tall, lanky frame filled the doorway, and his sharp, blonde features were drawn into a scowl.
“Evening, Roland,” Nick greeted him, still holding on to the pleasantries as he extended his hand. They shook, but Roland’s grip was tense, his tone gruff as he replied.
“Evening, Nick.”
Something was wrong. It was clear from Roland’s mood—he wasn’t one to beat around the bush when something serious was at hand.
“What happened?” Nick asked, his eyes narrowing. He and Roland had long shared the same frustrations with the slave decree, so he had a good idea what this was about.
“What did you do, Nick?” Roland’s voice was edged with exasperation. His furrowed brow deepened as he crossed his arms.
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