Semua Bab He Slept With My Sister, When I Was Giving Birth: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Damon.I watched Susan's chest rise and fall, the rhythm slow enough to make me count the seconds between breaths. She'd been asleep for hours now. I couldn't bring myself to leave her side. Not when the nights had become a carousel of fever and pain, her screams sometimes reaching every corner of the pack house.It was my fault. All of it.Three years ago, a young doctor had finally been able to explain what was destroying Susan's health. Dr. Morrison had been clinical but clear - the trauma I'd inflicted was manifesting as physical illness, her body turning against itself. He'd known what he was saying, even if he didn't know the full details of that night. The medical confirmation had been the final nail in my guiltIf I hadn't gotten so drunk that night... if I hadn't let the alcohol tear down every boundary I'd built. The memory was a shattered mirror - just fragments that cut when I tried to piece them together. Going to that hotel with Susan after some pack event. Waking up to f

Evelyn"You're not supposed to be here."Ava stood at the garden entrance. Her thin nightgown caught the pink light of sunrise, bare feet dirty from walking across the grounds. Her dark hair hung in tangles around a face that was far too serious for a five-year-old.Time stopped. My baby. My own baby was standing right in front of me. She had Damon's curls but all I could see was my eyes. My chin. The same stubborn tilt to her head that Mom always said I had.I wanted to grab her. Hold her. Tell her everything. Soon, I promised myself. Once I finished with Susan, once I had secured my position, I would tell Ava who I really was. Then we'd go home to Wood Pack together, where she belonged. With me. Instead, I dug my nails into my palms grounding myself in the pain."I'm Dr. Graham," I said, forcing clinical detachment into my voice. "I'm here to help the Luna. These herbs are part of her treatment."Ava approached carefully, but her attention shifted immediately to the plants I'd been h

SusanThe door clicked shut behind Dr. Graham, but her presence lingered. I lay still against the pillows, letting the silence settle over me like a second blanket. The fever burned through my body—hot, then cold, then hot again—but my mind had never been clearer.Those hands.I couldn't stop seeing them. The way her fingers had moved while preparing the injection, the precise angle she'd held the syringe, the methodical way she'd arranged her supplies. No one else held a needle like that. No one but Evelyn.My sister was here, in this room. It can’t be the fever.The lingering scent of crushed herbs hung in the air—mint and something sharper beneath. My fingers traced invisible patterns on the blanket, muscle memory from childhood. Left over right, right over middle. The beginning of a braid. That was what Evelyn had taught me.How many times had those same hands braided my hair before school dances? How many times had I watched those fingers blend remedies in our mother's kitchen, wh

EvelynSomeone was at the door, with the smell of a killer.The handle turned slowly. I looked up from my work table, herbs scattered across the surface, my hands still holding the mortar and pestle I'd been using to grind wolfsbane root. The irony wasn't lost on me—I was preparing medicine with one of the deadliest substances known to werewolves.A figure stepped inside. I couldn't tell if it was a man or woman—they wore loose, dark clothing that covered everything. Heavy jacket, baggy pants, thick gloves. Even their face was hidden behind a black mask that left only their eyes visible. But those eyes were what made my stomach drop. These were the eyes of a killer.They closed the door behind them with a soft click."Dr. Graham." The voice sounded wrong—electronically altered, pitched deeper than natural. Could be male or female, but the depth suggested male. "Sorry to bother you so late."My heart started hammering. "The medical cabin is closed. If this is an emergency—""It's not."

EvelynThe knock came at seven sharp. I straightened my coat and grabbed my medical bag, already knowing what I'd find on the other side of Susan's door."Dr. Graham." Damon stood in the hallway, looking like he hadn't slept much. Dark circles under his eyes, hair slightly messed up. If it was because of my situation or his Luna's condition I couldn't tell. Not that it mattered to me."You okay? Get any sleep after last night?""Better than I expected." I kept my voice steady. "The guards helped. Thanks for that." I paused. "But I won't be needing them anymore. I can handle myself."Damon's eyebrows shot up. "Are you sure that's wise? Whoever attacked you is still out there.""I'm sure." I met his gaze directly. "I don't need protection."He studied my face for a moment, probably looking for signs of fear or uncertainty. Whatever he saw there made him nod slowly. "Alright. I'll call them off after this morning."He glanced toward Susan's room, expression shifting. "You should see the L