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But the expected agony never came. Instead, gasps echoed through the room.
Jade opened her eyes shakily and witnessed what was happening. I had confronted the silver dagger–wielding attacker head–on, my wolf’s reflexes fully engaged.
Derek, lost in madness, flailed his blade without skill or caution. I dodged deftly, my movements fluid and precise, avoiding fatal strikes. Yet his blade still caught my arm, slashing through my white shirt sleeve. Blood instantly soaked the fabric, and pain bit into me as the silver burned my flesh, temporarily preventing my healing.
My amber eyes hardened with determination. I wouldn’t let him hurt anyone else.
“You f g want to die?!” Derek roared, charging again.
I sidestepped with supernatural grace and seized his wrist in a flash, twisting viciously. A sickening c***k sounded, followed by Derek’s scream of agony. The silver dagger clattered to the ground.
A male colleague swiftly kicked the blade away and picked it up, careful to avoid touching the silver directly.
Disarmed, the attacker was no match for my enhanced strength. I landed a flurry of punches to his face, then a fierce kick to his head, sending him reeling. Before he could recover, I executed a swift combination of kicks and a shoulder throw,
smashing him onto the floor.
The entire office looked on, stunned by my ferocity. The quiet, graceful lawyer they knew had transformed into a force of raw power and courage that hinted at my alpha
bloodline.
Moments later, the pack security forces and medical team arrived, hauling away the subdued rogue and rushing Gregory to the emergency healing center. The fear–stricken employees finally dared to gather around me, their faces still pale and eyes wide with shock.
Jade’s cheeks were wet with tears, her voice trembling. “Olivia…I thought I was going to die… Thank you, thank you for saving me p>
Even the usually composed Heather Phillips was pale. “Ten years in this profession,
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but I’ve never faced anything like this. Being a pack lawyer really is a dangerous job p>
Valerie, still shaken, fretted, “Will Gregory… survive p>
Heather’s tone was tight. “He will be fine. The silver didn’t penetrate too deeply p>
Male colleagues now looked at me with awe, their wolves instinctively showing respect.
“Olivia, I never knew you had such fighting skills. That was incredible!” one said.
Another chimed in. “Thank you for saving all of us p>
Someone else laughed nervously. “Calling you gentle was my biggest mistake. You fight like a true Alpha’s daughter p>
Ignoring their praise, I fixed my icy gaze on Valerie. “Just now, did you try to use Jade
as a human shield p>
Valerie averted her eyes guiltily, her wolf submitting involuntarily to my dominant presence. “I… I was just trying to protect myself p>
But everyone had witnessed her pushing the terrified intern forward. Their looks
turned disdainful, pack loyalty demanding better.
My tone was frosty. “Some ‘emergency self–defense.‘ Aren’t you a pack lawyer? Don’t you know that other wolves‘ lives can’t be sacrificed to protect your own p>
My fierce glare cut like knives, my wolf’s anger barely contained. “You should be grateful I was here. If Jade died, you’d be facing murder charges and pack expulsion p>
Ashamed and pale, Valerie bit her lip in silence, her wolf cowering within.
Jade gently interrupted, “Olivia, your arm is still bleeding from the silver. Please go to
the healing center p>
I glanced down at my blood–soaked sleeve, pain and exhaustion dulling my anger as
the silver continued to prevent my natural healing. Without another word to Valerie, I
turned and left for treatment.
After having my wound cleaned with moonlight herb solution and bandaged to neutralize the silver’s effects, I stepped into the corridor to handle the paperwork and
collect healing salves.
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Just then, an icy voice cut through the air: “ Olivia Winters? What are you doing here p>
It was Cassandra Evans, her face tight and unfriendly, crossing my path with unmistakable hostility, her wolf’s scent radiating aggression.
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