Chapter 890

　　With Derek personally handling Lucian's safety, the weight finally lifted from Tabitha's chest. She knew Derek's influence in Seattle; if he wanted to hide someone, even the Lycan's tracking abilities could not sniff them out. 　　Lucian's wounds remained critical. The through-and-through trauma from silver-tipped rounds was a grueling war of attrition, even for a werewolf with elite regenerative powers. 　　Tabitha didn't allow herself a moment of rest. 　　For an entire week, she hadn't checked on Daphne, but the Amber Eyes Pack had followed her medical orders to the letter: Daphne was to be submerged for hours every day in a scalding, specialized medicinal bath. 　　The treatment was brutal. The caustic ointment caused Daphne's legs to break out in dense clusters of translucent blisters. These were then systematically punctured, and a raw, skin-regenerating paste Tabitha had formulated was applied over the weeping sores. It was a vicious cycle of agony—new wounds blooming before the old