Kyra's POV
I was startled by a worried voice calling out, "Elle!"
When I looked up, Caleb Walter, my boss, stood a few meters away, concern etched across his face. He was impeccably dressed in his usual business attire, black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose.
Why is he here?
He rushed to my side, his eyes scanning me for injuries. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
I glanced back at Nathan, who stood watching us with an unreadable expression, his minty scent carrying subtly on the breeze.
"Sir, why are you here?" I asked, my voice betraying my exhaustion.
He clenched his jaw. "It's natural for an employer to worry about his promising employee."
I wasn't sure I should accept his explanation, but I simply nodded as one of the Alpha Council investigators approached us.
"Miss Elle—"
"Ky
