CHAPTER 115. THE MOLE

ATHENA'S POV

The night hung heavy with tension as we gathered outside the emergency room, a silent vigil amidst the chaos swirling within. The sterile smell of antiseptic mingled with the faint scent of blood, a bitter reminder of the battle we had endured. I clasped Xavier's hand tightly, feeling the tremors of his worry coursing through him like a tempest.

"Colby will make it through," I murmured, my voice a soft reassurance against the cacophony of fear that threatened to consume us. His eyes, normally fierce with determination, now bore the weight of uncertainty as he nodded, his grip tightening in silent acknowledgment.

Around us, members of our pack stood, wounded and weary, their faces etched with a mixture of pain and determination. They bore the scars of battle, testament to the fierce loyalty that bound us together. Xavier's gaze swept over them, his voice a command tinged with concern.

"Get your wounds tended to," he instructed, his tone firm yet tinged with the gentleness