Chapter 82
Chapter 82:
My Lycan was clawing at my ribs, roaring for a slaughter.
The heavy double doors of the trauma room finally swung open. Dr. Evans, my most trusted Pack Doctor, stepped out. His face was grim, his scent laced with professional dread.
“Alpha King,” Dr. Evans began, keeping his voice low. “We have stabilized her core temperature, but the hypothermia is secondary. The ambient silver toxicity she inhaled in that enclosed space has poisoned her bloodstream. Her dormant Inner Wolf is fading p>
The words struck me like a physical blow. For a wolf to fade before it even awakened was a curse far more vicious than death — the absolute mutilation of a soul.
I closed my eyes, my fangs descending as a murderous, pitch-black void swallowed my vision. I didn’t scream. I channeled the entirety of my wrath into a single, encrypted Mind-Link across the Atlantic Ocean.
Father.
A brief pause. Kain? It is 3 AM in London. What has happened? Almon Blackwell’s voice echoed in my mind, thick with sleep but instantly alert to the lethal edge in my tone.
Father, they tried to kill her. With silver. I didn’t need to explain the politics or the consequences. I demanded the absolute, systematic erasure of the Parrish bloodline from our world.
𝗗𝘰n’𝘁 mі𝗌𝘀 n𝖾𝘸 𝘳𝘦𝗹еаsеs 𝘰𝗇
A terrifying, heavy silence stretched across the link. Then the ancient, crushing authority of the former Alpha King vibrated through my skull.
Consider it done, my son. Avenge your Luna.
I severed the link and turned to Leo, who stood at attention near the nurses’ station.
“Freeze Parrish Holdings,” I commanded, my voice a low, seismic rumble. “Every corporate account, every personal trust, every credit line. Then send a Pack-wide Mind-Link to every financial institution on this continent. Any bank that offers Bryan Parrish a single dime of support will be declared an enemy of the Blackstone Pack p>
“Right away, Alpha,” Leo nodded, his fingers already flying across his encrypted tablet.
I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed Sheriff Xander. I didn’t give the human time to greet me.
“I am filing formal charges of treason, illegal imprisonment, and assault on the Alpha King’s Luna with a banned weapon,” I dictated coldly. “I want Brent Parrish in handcuffs tonight. I want them dragged out of their estate in front of their entire Pack. If they are not in a holding cell within the hour, I will replace your entire precinct p>
I hung up before he could stammer a reply. The trap was set. I was going to strip them of their wealth, their freedom, and their Pack, leaving them as nothing but isolated, hunted Rogues.
An hour later, the chaotic energy of the corridor faded into the quiet, rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor.
I sat in an uncomfortable plastic chair beside Adelina’s hospital bed. She looked so fragile, hooked up to IV lines and buried under heated blankets. I gently took her freezing hand in mine, my thumb brushing over her pale knuckles, desperate to share my Lycan heat.