Chapter 12: Nobody Walks Out Clean

He lived. Four hours of surgery, and the doctor came out into that corridor and said the words that put a dying Alpha back on his feet: "The bullet placement should have been fatal. Frankly, he should have bled out on that mountain. Somebody stabilized him in the field before transport, and whoever it was — " he shook his head " — I'd like to shake their hand." Silas Draven took my hand instead, in front of a hallway of witnesses. "I'll owe you for the rest of my life." "He fought,"...