#Chapter 99: Point of No Return

Dr. Morrison arrived the next morning with a clipboard full of assessment forms and an expression of professional concern that didn't quite hide his bias. Raymond had clearly briefed him thoroughly on the "situation," and his mind was already made up about my condition. The morning sunlight streaming through my windows felt mocking—a beautiful day that would likely mark the end of my ability to protect my pack from the conspiracy destroying it from within. "Luna Aurora," he said formally as he settled into the chair across from me, adjusting his glasses with practiced precision. "I understand you've been experiencing some difficult emotional challenges lately." The leading question was designed to establish the narrative from the beginning. This wasn't going to be an objective evaluation—it was going to be a formality to justify decisions that had already been made by people with their own agendas. "I've been investigating threats to pack security," I replied calmly, keeping my