Tyrell's POV
I've located Sheilah. Somehow, contrary to the human healer's assurances, she hadn't departed Krystal's house. Instead, she was abandoned in a room, her wrists chained to the wall, lying on the cold, unforgiving concrete floor.
"What shall we do with her, sir? We were meant to return her to her coven by morning. But with our hands full attending to other matters, she's still here," the inquiry came.
I seethe with anger, consumed by an intense desire to lash out at the werewolf spewing nonsense. Although Krystal isn't directly responsible for Sheilah's plight, I can't help but wish to unleash my fury upon her. And the thought of Luca, livid beyond measure, occupies my mind rent-free.
"Please leave us," I manage to utter calmly, refraining from physical aggression or raised
