The warrior nearest him stepped forward and reported, voice careful. "Alpha Maxwell, Vice Captain Lance confirms his side is clear and the perimeter is secure. Alpha Hue says the rogues on their side have been cleared as well. We’ve defended the territory. Shall we pursue the two who escaped?"
Maxwell’s jaw tightened as he weighed the cost of the chase.
Maxwell shook his head. He couldn’t tell if those two still had tricks hidden up their sleeves, and a cornered dog was bound to bite. Sending his men after Chase might only get them killed.
Besides, as Zion had said, that man wasn’t weak; Chase could stand toe-to-toe with Maxwell himself. Yet, instead of fighting to the end or trying to turn the tide, Chase chose to flee. That alone spoke volumes.
It suggested that his objectives weren’t aligned with Greg’s or the others’. Perhaps he was waging a quiet war of his own against the very people who had sent him. If that was the case, then his actions might actually be helping Maxwell and the Golden Hue Pack.
Letting him go, then, might not be a loss at all; perhaps their paths would cross again someday, and when they did, Maxwell might finally learn the truth behind Chase’s double game.
"No need. Send those who can still walk to rebuild the border defenses and resume patrols. If there’s even a hint of the rogues returning, sound the alarm immediately. The rest should focus on putting out the fires and assessing the damage across the territory."
"Tighten security, and have Alpha Hue assist with the coordination. I’ll check on Beta Levi’s condition."
Before his voice even faded, Maxwell was already sprinting toward the packhouse, not caring that he was still drenched in blood. When he arrived, the sight that greeted him made his chest tighten. Levi lay motionless on the ground, surrounded by frantic medical staff calling for the healer and searching desperately for a blood donor.
「Back to the Present...」
"Hurry up and get the healer! Someone check the patient’s blood type, fast! We need a blood donor right now! He’s on the verge of cardiac arrest; his heart could stop any second! He’s lost too much blood!" the lead doctor shouted, his hands pressing firmly against Levi’s gaping wound in a desperate attempt to slow the bleeding.
But no matter how hard he tried, the blood wouldn’t stop flowing. The wound refused to close, and though panic clawed at his chest, he forced himself to stay composed. He couldn’t afford to lose control, not when the patient’s life hung by a thread. If even the doctor lost his cool in a crisis like this, then Levi’s fate would already be sealed.
"Nurses, prepare the operating room, now! We’ll have to manually close Beta Levi’s wounds with stitches. Some of his main veins have been severed! Get ready for a blood transfusion!" the lead doctor barked, his voice steady despite the sweat beading on his forehead.
His hands never left Levi’s wound, pressing down firmly to slow the relentless bleeding as he directed the team around him.
Maxwell, who had just arrived before dawn, stood frozen for a moment. Levi’s face was ghostly pale, his lips tinted purple, a chilling sign that his body was starving for oxygen. His once-white shirt was now soaked in deep red, and every passing second felt heavier.
Maxwell swallowed hard, dread twisting in his chest. If anything happened to Levi, how could he ever face Addison?
Only when the stretcher finally arrived did the lead doctor act, instructing the others to carefully slide a thick blanket beneath Levi’s body. The moment they had secured it, they lifted him in one swift, coordinated motion and placed him onto the gurney.

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