Chapter 223

Celena's Perspective The light was too bright, a harsh, sterile white that stabbed at my eyes. The air reeked of antiseptic and stale coffee. The two uniformed men across from me had faces carved from stone, expressionless, their gazes cold and dissecting, scraping over my skin like scalpels. "Celena. Moonlight Pack." I kept my voice as level as possible, giving my name and affiliation. By the rules, the Moonlight Pack was a registered, "compliant" werewolf community with the human authorities. This shouldn't be causing such a severe reaction. But not a single ripple of acknowledgment crossed their faces. The one on the left tapped his knuckles rhythmically against the table. Tap. Tap. Tap. Like a death knell. "Yesterday afternoon, you were involved in an altercation with two police officers near the 'Quick-Stop Gas' off Highway 76. The officers sustained serious injuries. Explain." His tone was flat, yet carried an undeniable a