His Luna Claimed Vengeance After the Operating Table

A voice cut through the tense silence behind me: "The family of Beta Anthony Foster, the operating room is urgently requesting payment."

I took a deep breath, my wolf stirring uneasily in the back of my mind as I turned to face the pack healer. "I think you’ve made a mistake," I said, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside me. "The wolf in there is not my mate. He’s supposed to be on a pack mission in the Eastern Territory and hasn’t returned."

The healer’s eyes widened. "What? The identification and den address match perfectly. What are you saying?"

I straightened my posture, my Luna aura instinctively rising to the surface. "You should contact his parents. I’ve checked my phone, and I’m certain he’s not my mate."

"This…" the healer stammered, clearly flustered. She quickly grabbed her communicator and rushed to the healer’s station to figure out the next steps.

I found a chair in the corner of the hall and slowly sat down, my mind racing. This was going to be far more complicated than I’d anticipated. My wolf whimpered softly, sensing the weight of the situation. I pushed the sound aside and focused on the present.

So, I waited.

The first to arrive was the Gamma of the Silver Moon Pack, Kylan Shaw. I glanced at my phone. It was already past five, and the operating room light still burned brightly.

Kylan was led to the healer’s station by the healer, both of them speaking in low, urgent tones. I sat at the far end of the hallway, watching everything unfold with a detached calm.

My phone buzzed abruptly. It was a call from Whitney Mason, Anthony’s mother. They’d finally realized their precious son was in trouble.

Just as the call ended, the elevator doors slid open with a soft *ding*. Whitney and Gael Harrison burst out, their distress palpable as they stormed toward the healer’s station.

"Where’s my son? Where’s Beta Anthony?" Whitney’s voice rang out, sharp and panicked.

The healer hurried to steady her, her tone soothing but firm. "Luna Whitney, please try to remain calm. The patient is still undergoing surgery."

Whitney’s legs buckled beneath her, and Gael caught her just in time. He turned to the healer, his voice low and demanding. "What happened? Why is he hemorrhaging?"

The healer shifted uncomfortably. "We don’t have all the details yet. The Gamma called for the pack medics after finding him…"

"Gamma?" Whitney’s voice rose, her eyes scanning the hall until they landed on me. Her expression hardened into a glare. "Luna Kaylee," she spat, her tone accusing, "what have you done? Wasn’t he supposed to be on a mission in the Eastern Territory?"

Yes, I’d like to know that too. What in the Moon Goddess’s name was going on? My wolf growled softly, a low rumble of unease, but I kept my face composed, my Luna mask firmly in place. This was far from over.