Sally's POV
Hans clears his throat and motions toward Karl with a sharp gesture. "Walk us through these recent assaults on your territory."
The knot in my stomach loosens slightly as I sense my mates' shoulders relax. Under the table, Philip's boot nudges mine in silent support.
"The initial strike happened at our border perimeter. Philip was heading back from coaching at the community center when they jumped him. A lone wolf against multiple attackers. They hit him with wolfsbane from long range, dragged him off, and worked him over for intel. He gave them nothing. We tracked him down fast and eliminated the threat."
Murmured conversations ripple through the enforcement officers. Hans's eyebrows climb while Herbert plants his elbows on the table, leaning in with obvious interest.
"Remarkable," Herbert states bluntly. "Surviving an ambush is one thing. Keeping your mouth shut while they're beating information out of you under wolfsbane influence is another level entirely."
