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ELENA'S POV
"Tonight, we execute the murderer who killed innocent pack children with her poisoned
hands," Marcus declared to the roaring crowd. I shook my head frantically. "I didn't kill anyone! I'm a healer… I save lives!" My voice cracked as I tried to defend myself. The pack members I had treated, the children I had delivered, the lives I had saved, they all screamed for my blood. "Kill the murderer!" "She poisoned our babies!" "Death to the false healer!" "She's cursed our pack!" Stones and rotten meat flew at my face. The people who once brought their sick children to me in the middle of the night now wanted me burned alive. "By the ancient laws of our pack and the will of the Moon Goddess, I condemn your soul to eternal darkness!" Marcus lifted a blazing torch from the ceremonial fire. "May you never find peace in any realm!" He turned toward me. "Dr. Elena, confess your crimes and we might grant you a merciful death," he said. I refused to look away. My desperate gaze searched the crowd until I found him, my husband,my Alpha. Marcus was holding our sobbing best friend Sophia, stroking her hair while she cried into his chest. Our eyes met across the square. His were cold. "Marcus, you know who I am. You've seen me work miracles in our medical center. I would die before harming a child," I pleaded, my voice breaking. "I know who you were," he replied, his voice devoid of warmth. "But the evidence doesn't lie, Elena. The poison was found in your personal medical kit." "Someone planted it! I'm being framed!" He shook his head slowly. "The law must be upheld. Justice must be served." His arm tightened around Sophia. Questions exploded in my mind: Why was it so easy for him to accuse me ? Why won't he fight for me? We were so happy together. I never even complained when he started spending late nights with Sophia, claiming it was pack business. How did we go from being the perfect pack couple to this nightmare? I couldn't stop myself from remembering that terrible day five months ago, the day that destroyed everything. --- Five Months Ago at the Pack Medical Center I was organizing patient files when frantic pounding shook my office door. "Dr. Elena! Emergency!" "Come in," I called, already reaching for my medical bag. Beta James burst through the door, his face pale with panic. "It's little Tommy Morrison, he's dying. His parents are bringing him now." My blood froze. Tommy was only five years old, the youngest son of one of our pack's most beloved families. "What happened?" "He was playing in the woods and started convulsing, barely breathing." I was already moving toward the emergency room when I heard car doors slamming outside. Through the window, I saw Marcus carrying the small, limp body of Tommy Morrison. His parents were screaming, begging the Moon Goddess to save their child. "Clear trauma bay one!" I shouted to my nurses. "Get me activated charcoal, IV fluids, and prepare for intubation!" For the next four hours, I fought death itself. I pumped Tommy's stomach, filtered his blood, tried every treatment I knew. Marcus paced the hallway like a caged wolf, occasionally glancing through the window at me working frantically over the child. Sophia arrived around midnight, bringing coffee and sandwiches for everyone waiting. She squeezed my shoulder when I emerged for a brief break. "You're doing everything you can," she whispered. "Tommy's lucky to have you." But it wasn't enough. Tommy Morrison died at 3:47 AM. I emerged from the trauma bay, covered in the child's blood, tears streaming down my face. The Morrison family collapsed when they saw my expression. "I'm so sorry," I whispered. "I tried everything, but the poison has gone deep.” Marcus pulled me aside, his face grim. "What kind of poison was it?" "Wolfsbane," I said. "But Marcus, something's wrong. The concentration was too high, too refined. This wasn't accidental ingestion from wild plants." His eyes narrowed. "What are you saying?" "Someone gave this to him deliberately." Sophia gasped behind us. "You mean someone in our pack would poison a child?" "It's the only explanation," I said. "We need to investigate..” "No," Marcus cut me off sharply. "We don't spread panic based on theories. Tommy ate the wrong plant. That's the official cause of death." I stared at him in disbelief. "Marcus, this could happen again…” "The matter is closed, Elena." But I was right. Three days later, two more children died the same way. Then five more the following week. All with refined wolfsbane in their systems. All after visiting the pack medical center. All under my care. After the eighth child died, the pack demanded answers. Marcus ordered a full investigation of the medical center. That's when they found the wolfsbane hidden in my personal medical kit. --- Present Day "The poison was found in your medical supplies, Elena!" Elder Marcus's voice snapped me back to the present nightmare. "Eight innocent children are dead because of you!" "I was framed!" I screamed. "Someone planted that poison!" "Enough lies!" Marcus commanded. His Alpha voice compelled silence from the crowd. "You had access, and motive." "What motive could I possibly have?" Sophia stepped forward, her face a mask of grief. "You were jealous," she said softly. "Jealous that other pack members could have children while you remained barren. You couldn't stand seeing happy families, so you destroyed them." The crowd erupted in fresh anger. More stones flew at my face. "That's not true!" I struggled against the ropes binding me to the execution post. "Sophia, tell them the truth! You know I would never…” "I trusted you," she continued, her voice breaking. "I brought my nephew to you for his vaccination just days before he died. You had every opportunity to poison him." My heart shattered. My best friend since childhood, the woman who had stood beside me at my mating ceremony, was condemning me to death. "She's been acting strange for months," Sophia added. "Paranoid, talking about conspiracies, blaming everyone else for the deaths." Lies. All lies. But the crowd believed every word. Marcus stepped forward, his jaw clenched. "I've heard enough. Elena Rivers, former pack doctor and my mate, you are guilty of murdering eight innocent children. The sentence is death by fire." "Marcus, please!" I begged. "I'm your wife! Your mate! How can you believe I'm capable of this?" "You're not the woman I married," he said coldly. "That woman would never harm a child." "I am that woman! I'm still her!" "No," he said, pulling Sophia closer to his side. "You're a stranger wearing her face." Marcus raised his torch. "Any last words, child killer?" I looked around desperately. The pack members I had saved, the babies I had delivered, the families I had helped, they all stared at me with hatred and disgust. There was no mercy in their eyes. "I devoted my life to healing," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I became a doctor to save lives, not take them. I never hurt anyone." "Your time for lies is over," Marcus said. He lowered the torch toward the kindling and was about to light fire when a voice yelled “STOP.”ELENA'S POV "Patrol wolves say you've been going to border territories more often lately."Marcus' voice cut through breakfast silence, accusatory tone and suspicious tone. Threatening tone. Expression dark. Eyes narrowed. Alpha posture aggressive. Dominance radiating. Tension filling room like physical presence. Like weight pressing down. Like danger manifesting. I looked up from the plate. Food untouched. Appetite gone. Had been gone for weeks. For months maybe. Since I came back to the past. Since I started fighting conspiracy. Since life became a nightmare disguised as a second chance. Kept face calm though heart raced. Though the wolf inside panicked. Though my mind screamed danger. Has anyone seen me meeting Viktor? Had patrol reported? Has a spy witnessed? Has betrayal already been discovered?"Been gathering herbs for the medical center," I said smoothly. Words practiced. Voice steady. Luna's mask is perfect. "Wolfsbane antidote ingredients only grow in certain areas near the
ELENA'S POV "Got it." Asrian voice held triumph, the satisfaction, the victory. His contact in pack administration came through two days later with Elder James phone records, two days of waiting, two days of anxiety. Two days of hoping the source is reliable. I hope the information is accurate. Hoping evidence existed. We met in Adrian's locked office late at night. Darkness outside. Silence inside. Just us and truth waiting to be discovered. Spreading printed records across the desk. Pages and pages. Numbers and numbers. Proof and proof. What I found was damning. It was devastating. Was exactly what was needed.James has been in regular contact with an unknown number. Dozens of calls and texts over the past six months. Not occasional. Not rare. Regular. Frequent. Constant almost. Pattern of communication. Pattern of coordination. Pattern of conspiracy. "Can we trace this number?" I asked. My heart is racing. Already knowing the answer would change everything. Would prove everything.
ELENA'S POV "He knows too much."Adrian's words came out dark, heavy, weighted with understanding, with horror. With realization of how deep the conspiracy went. How far betrayal reached. How compromised the pack really was. Met him at a secret spot in the forest immediately after the encounter with Viktor. After meeting under ancient oak. After conversation with enemy Alpha. After gathering intelligence. After playing the role. After surviving. Barely surviving. My heart is still racing. Hands still shaking. The wolf is still on edge from being so close to the predator. So close to danger. So close to death disguised as opportunity.Repeated everything Viktor said. Every word. Every detail. Every piece of information he showed. Every text message. Every betrayal is documented in digital form. Every secret exposed. Every vulnerability revealed. Every weapon given to the enemy. Adrian's expression grew darker with each word I spoke. Face becoming harder. Eyes are becoming colder. Wolf
ELENA'S POV "Time up, Doctor, meet me at an old oak tree tomorrow at noon, or assume your answer is no." Viktor's demand for an answer came in the form of a message delivered by one of his wolves. Left at the border with my name on it. Found by patrol. Brought to pack house. Handed to me by a warrior who did not know what it contained. Who does not know delivering threats. Delivering an ultimatum. Delivering countdown to decision. Not simple. Direct. Threatening in simplicity. In directness. In absolute certainty that held power. That controlled situation. That determined my fate. Showed a message to Adrian immediately. Meeting in his office. Door locked. Blinds closed. Privacy secured. Safety ensured. As much as anything safe anymore. As much as anything secure anymore. As much as anything certain anymore.Debated options. Going in circles. Weighing risks. Calculating dangers. Measuring benefits against costs. Lives against information. Safety against intelligence. Everything again
ELENA'S POV "She's doing it." Words came out whisper, voices shaking with rage, with horror. With disbelief even though I expected this, even though I knew this even though I watched it. Three days passed with no movement from Sophia. Three days waiting. Three days watching. Three days of anxiety building. I began to wonder if somehow my presence in the medical center made Sophia cautious. Making her delay plans. Making her rethink strategy. Making her wait for a better opportunity. Better timing. Better moments when guards are down. When attention elsewhere. When could act unseen.Then the fourth night happened. Hidden cameras caught her. Finally, Finally after days of nothing. After days of waiting. After days of torture wondering when. Wondering if. Wondering how. Adrian and I watched footage together. Hearts pounding. Breath held. Bodies tense. Every muscle is tight. Every nerve is firing. Every instinct screams. Sophia entered the medical center at two fifteen AM. Time stamp glo
ELENA'S POV"Medical supplies ready for replacement. Meet me at nine AM."Adrian's coded message glowed on the phone screen. Read it three times. Four times. Making sure I understood. Making sure it's real. Making sure not to imagine hope in darkness. I returned home just before dawn. Slipping back into bed beside Marcus as if never left. As if not being in a cell. As if not being threatened with execution. As if Tommy did not appear at the window with a message saying help coming. Saying Adrian alive. Saying not over. Body exhausted but mind sharp. Focused. Awake. Alert. Something shifted. Something changed. Something gave me a second wind. Second chance within second chance. Second opportunity within second opportunity.Knew exactly what was coming. The previous timeline burned into memory. Tommy Morrison brought to the medical center sick with wolfsbane poisoning in exactly two weeks from when? From before? From now on? Timeline confused. Jumbled. Mixed. But I knew I had approximat