#Chapter 137: Expectation

ELENA The phone was slipping in my sweaty palm, but I refused to hang up. "I understand protocol," I said tightly, forcing my voice to stay even. "I’m not asking for full disclosure. I’m trying to ascertain if Maggie is being treated fairly and afforded her right of due process." Static crackled on the line. "I’m sorry, Miss Hart. No information is being released outside of Council investigation channels. Please submit formal inquiries through your regional Alpha authority—" "Which I am," I snapped. "Or don’t you recognize the name Moonstone?" The voice on the other end hesitated for just a fraction too long. It was answer enough. They weren’t going to tell me anything. Not now. Maybe not ever. Gritting my teeth, I ended the call with a sharp jab of my thumb. The screen went black. I stared at it for a moment, anger knotting inside me like a living thing. They were shutting me out. They were shutting us out. Like Maggie didn’t deserve a defense. Like she did