All Chapters of The Wolfless Doctor: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Reston's call came on a Tuesday morning while I was at the healing center, halfway through treating a young witch whose corrupted ward had backfired badly enough to leave dark magical burns across her forearms. I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket three times in quick succession and ignored it until Sophie caught my eye from the doorway and mouthed Theodore's office with an urgency that made me wrap up the treatment faster than I normally would.I called Reston back from the small supply room off the main corridor, the one that smelled like antiseptic and stored bandages in quantities that would have seemed excessive before I understood how often supernatural beings needed them."We found him," Reston said, without preamble. He had a voice like gravel and a communication style that matched, short sentences, precise details, no decorative language. "Felix Harding. The last escaped Restored Order leader. He has been hiding in a fishing community on the Nova Scotia coast, living under

The formal debrief on Felix Harding happened ten days after his arrest, once Canadian supernatural authorities had completed their initial interrogation and were ready to share findings with coalition partners. Theodore hosted the session at headquarters with Owen, Lucas, Reston, and me present alongside two representatives from the Canadian authority.Harding had not been cooperative in the way Derek and Tricia had been cooperative. He was not seeking reduced sentencing or acting from remorse. He had simply reached the logical conclusion that his organization was finished and that withholding information served no remaining purpose. So he talked, flatly and without evident emotion, the way someone describes a project that did not succeed.What he described gave me a better understanding of The Restored Order than months of investigation had produced."He confirmed that the organization's peak membership was closer to nine hundred active members rather than the two thousand they publi

I presented the full framework to the Council of Seven three weeks later, having spent those weeks refining the rough notes into something concrete enough to actually defend.I called it the Open Table, a deliberately simple name for something I wanted to feel accessible rather than institutional. The concept was straightforward even if the implementation was not. A permanent, formally structured program for supernatural beings born without abilities or with significantly reduced capacity, offering community, skills development, meaningful roles within coalition and Council structures, and direct pathways into fields like healing support, diplomatic liaison, intelligence analysis, and community organization.Not charity. Not accommodation. Genuine integration built on the recognition that supernatural society's historical obsession with power ranking had wasted enormous human potential for three thousand years.I had drafted it in collaboration with Lydia, whose first formal consultat

Reston's financial investigation produced a name within two weeks of authorization, and the name was not one any of us had expected.The Covenant financial accounts had been designed by a woman named Petra Solano, a supernatural financial architect who had served the Covenant's treasury division for thirty years before the Montana assault. She had been on the coalition's original list of Covenant operatives to locate and question, had been marked as low priority because she held no combat or leadership role, and had quietly slipped through the gaps of a very large net.She was currently living in Vienna under her own name, apparently unconcerned about discovery, which suggested either extraordinary confidence or the kind of arrogance that came from believing herself too peripheral to matter.Reston wanted to move immediately. Theodore agreed with moving quickly but wanted the approach carefully considered. I asked for forty eight hours before any action was taken, because something ab

Reston's expression shifted from prepared-to-argue to considering. "Lydia Morrison.""She is twenty two, permanently suppressed right now, looks exactly like someone who has been through a difficult institutional experience, and she understands the ideological language the Bloodless use because it shares roots with what she was raised on." I held his gaze. "She would also be doing it voluntarily and with full understanding of the risk. That matters.""The Council would need to approve it. And Mary, the risk to her personally is significant.""I know. Which is why I am asking her first before I bring it to the Council." I stood. "If she says no, the conversation ends there."I met with Lydia that afternoon in the consultation room that had become familiar over the past weeks. She listened to everything without interrupting, which had become characteristic of her working style, she absorbed first and responded second, a quality I suspected was natural rather than performed.When I finis