Chapter 290
Chapter 290:
“Think about it, Jase,” I pressed, sensing the exact moment his desperate mind began to latch onto the twisted narrative. “Kain wants absolute control over the continent. The Parrish-Davenport alliance was the only thing standing in his way. He orchestrated this public humiliation to break us. Adelina is just a pathetic, brainwashed pawn in his political game p>
Silence stretched over the line. I could practically hear his Inner Wolf — starved for an excuse that absolved him of his guilt — swallowing the bait. It was the only lifeline that allowed him to remain the hero in his own twisted story.
“I’ll prove it to you,” I promised softly, staring at my reflection in the dark glass. “We are going to take our empire back p>
Adelina POV
The intoxicating high of yesterday’s vengeance at the cathedral had completely evaporated, leaving behind the sterile, suffocating reality of the Silvermoon Pack’s Private Medical Sanctum.
The room was a quiet blend of cutting-edge human technology and ancient werewolf healing arts. The air was thick with the scent of burning sage and moonflower — herbs specifically used to soothe a restless Inner Wolf. Beside me, an advanced medical monitor hummed softly. Beneath the steady rhythm of her heartbeat and blood pressure, a faint, erratic silver line pulsed across the screen — the vital sign of her Inner Wolf.
𝗪𝗲е𝗄𝗅𝘆 𝗋𝘦𝗅e𝖺𝘀е𝘴 𝗼𝗻
I knelt by the bed, my fingers resting lightly over the white hospital blanket that covered my grandmother, Elder Maeve Wolfe.
The heavy door clicked open. Dr. Evans stepped inside, his scent a clinical mix of antiseptics and the heavy, grim weight of bad news. He held a tablet displaying a chaotic, jagged waveform.
“Luna. Alpha King,” Dr. Evans greeted, bowing his head respectfully before his eyes settled on the monitor. “I need to show you her soul-map p>
I stood up, my heart hammering against my ribs. Kain’s large, warm hand immediately found the small of my back, his powerful presence grounding me.
“Her Inner Wolf is waking up,” Dr. Evans explained, his voice tight with concern. “But her physical brain has been severely compromised by the stroke trauma. The vessel cannot support the spirit p>
“Give it to us straight, Doctor,” Kain rumbled, his deep voice vibrating through the quiet room. “What is the worst-case scenario p>
Dr. Evans swallowed hard. “When she opens her eyes, she may not remember her status as an Elder. She may not even recognize her own kin. Because her mind is broken, her Inner Wolf won’t be able to find its mental anchor. It could spiral into permanent, feral disorientation — a state of constant, waking terror p>
The words felt like a silver blade twisting directly into my chest. The triumph I had felt watching Kira Parrish fall to ruins meant absolutely nothing if I lost the only family who had ever truly loved me. I stared at the silver line on the monitor, tears of desperate hope and paralyzing fear blurring my vision.
Before I could even process the doctor’s warning, a faint rustle of fabric broke the silence.
My breath hitched. Beneath my hand, my grandmother’s frail fingers twitched.
“Grandma?” I gasped, dropping back to my knees. I grabbed her cold, fragile hand, leaning in close. “Grandma, I’m here. It’s Adelina p>
Her eyelids fluttered, fighting against the heavy weight of unconsciousness. Slowly, agonizingly, they opened.
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