#Chapter 142: A Cry For Help

DEREK I stood outside the heavy reinforced door, my arms crossed, my wolf pacing just beneath my skin. I hated this. Every instinct screamed at me to be in there, standing beside her. But Elena had asked to speak to Maggie alone, and I understood why. Maggie would never talk freely with me sitting across from her. I was a Silverclaw. Worse—my father’s son. The man who had signed Pierce’s—and her—exile papers. So I waited. Jaw clenched, fists tight at my sides, the harsh fluorescent hallway buzzing around me. Watching the monitors. Listening to nothing but the occasional crackle of the comms between guards. I hated this. Hated not being able to protect her. And then I heard it. A shout. A frantic cry. "Help! Help!" My heart stopped. I slammed through the door without thinking. The door handle banged against the wall and bounced back at me as I rushed in, my vision narrowing. Elena lay crumpled on the floor, her body limp, hair fanned out like a halo. I mov