Chapter 4

"Warrior Sterling," Hayes said formally, though his eyes conveyed much more. "You requested assistance?"

I straightened my posture, drawing strength from his presence. "Yes, Beta Hayes. I require official documentation of the incident that has occurred here."

Hayes nodded once, his gaze sweeping over the scene—the wrecked vehicles, the scattered ashes, Ethan's arm still wrapped possessively around Olivia's waist. His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly.

"Gamma Wilson," he called without turning.

A tall, broad-shouldered warrior stepped forward, his ceremonial uniform pristine, the silver insignia of the Silver Moon Pack gleaming against the dark fabric. "Sir."

"Full documentation protocol. Vehicle damage, personal…