Chapter 167:Pack Politics and Personal Pain

(God's POV) At the pack hospital, Marcus Winter paced back and forth, his footsteps heavy with frustration. The sterile hallways, typically a place of healing, felt suffocating under the weight of his fury. His mate, Sarah Winter, sat slumped in the visitor’s chair outside Daniel’s room. Her face was pale, her hands trembling. She looked defeated, but even so, an undercurrent of stubbornness lingered in her posture. The door to Daniel’s temporary room creaked open, and Doctor Williams stepped out. His face was grim, his expression broadcasting what neither Marcus nor Sarah wanted to hear. Marcus’s eyes fixed on him immediately, pinning him down like prey. “How bad is it?” Marcus demanded, his voice sharp as a knife. His tone held no patience, no softness—just layers of frustration barely tempered by urgency. Doctor Williams adjusted his glasses, letting out a long breath. “The damage to Alpha Daniel’s hands is severe,” he began carefully. “Severe how?” Sarah’s voice cracked, her w