Nicole
An hour and a half later, our convoy pulled up to the hospital where the incident had occurred. Even from a distance, I could see the swarm of reporters camped outside the entrance.
My stomach tightened with anxiety, but I kept my expression neutral.
Luna of the Thornfang Pack, I needed to project strength alongside my Alpha.
The moment our SUV doors opened, we were engulfed in a sea of microphones, cameras, and shouted questions.
The reporters closed in like vultures circling prey, their eyes hungry for a story—or rather, a scandal.
"Alpha Damien! How does Gatsby Industries plan to address the equipment malfunction?"
"What explanation will you give to the patient who was misdiagnosed?"
"Will you be compensating the hospital for damages?"
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