Chapter 295

• Lexa
• Six months had passed since the Summit, since my mother's exile, since I'd stood in that family sitting room and watched my father acknowledge me publicly for the first time in my entire life.
• The clinic was small, tucked into a modest corner of a pack territory far removed from the Ashbourne estate's polish, and I liked it exactly that way. No cameras. No board members watching my every decision for signs of my mother's old schemes resurfacing. Just patients, and the pharmaceutical training I'd once treated as a convenient credential rather than something worth actually mastering.