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Leela pushed off the wall, her elemental eyes widening in pure, unadulterated horror as the pieces violently snapped together. She looked at Jax, whose golden eyes were rapidly darkening into a lethal, bloodthirsty amber."Magda," Leela whispered, the name tasting like absolute poison on her tongue.Dr. Chatmory looked between the Luna and the Beta. "Your pack healer?""Our pack healer was a traitor," Jax snarled, his massive hands gripping the arms of his chair so hard the wood audibly groaned under the pressure. The towering Lycan was practically vibrating with a sudden, blinding rage. "She was working directly with Damon. My father.""The genetic research," Leela breathed, her hands balling into tight fists at her sides as Damon's arrogant boasts from the subterranean bunker echoed in her mind.Damon hadn't just been experimenting on synthetic clones down in the dark. He had been using the trusted pack healer to secretly run his twisted, unnatural experiments on pregnant females ri

The Twisted LogicLeela slipped her phone back into her pocket, giving Sarah one last, fiercely reassuring nod before quietly opening the heavy wooden door. She stepped back into the tense, suffocating atmosphere of the doctor's office, immediately returning to Ginny’s side.The wait for Iggy’s accelerated blood work felt like an absolute eternity. Jax paced the short length of the room, his massive frame practically vibrating with restless, protective energy, while Ginny sat rigid, clutching the sleeping newborn to her chest.When Dr. Chatmory finally walked back into the room holding a fresh printout, his expression was tight and unreadable. The entire room seemed to hold its breath.The doctor looked immediately at Ginny, offering a comforting but visibly strained smile. "Physically, right at this exact moment, his vitals are strong. But... I cannot give you a completely clean bill of health."Ginny let out a choked, watery gasp, burying her face against the top of Iggy's blanket a

The heavy Blackwood SUV ate up the miles as they navigated the winding mountain roads back toward the packhouse. The atmosphere inside the plush cabin was vastly different from the ride down; the immediate, suffocating panic had passed, but in its wake was a heavy, lingering exhaustion.In the back seat, the steady, rhythmic hum of the tires on the asphalt had already lulled Iggy into a deep, peaceful sleep.Leela turned her head away from the window, her elemental eyes shifting to the woman sitting on the other side of the baby carrier. Ginny was staring blankly at the passing tree line, her pale face completely drained of color. A single, silent tear slipped down her cheek, catching the afternoon light."You're quiet," Leela observed gently, her voice barely rising above the low hum of the engine.Ginny blinked, startled, and quickly reached up to wipe the tear away with the back of her hand. She forced a small, unconvincing smile.Up in the driver’s seat, Jax’s broad shoulders imme

Leela let out a ragged sigh, her fingers gently tracing the edge of Iggy's soft blanket as Fennigan cradled him."And I get why she feels so fragile," Leela murmured, her voice thick with old ghosts and fresh guilt. "She had no one on the outside, either. For years, we were the only family the other had. And then... I left her. I know it was only for a few weeks before I finally called and invited her up here for our mating ceremony, but I still left her behind in that world. I will carry that guilt forever. I won't ever do that to her again."She tilted her head, looking up into her mate's glowing golden eyes."Her whole life before this, she was thrown from foster home to foster home," Leela continued, a fierce, protective ache bleeding into her words. "And some of those places, Fenn... they weren't nice. They were cruel. Me? I always had a constant roof over my head. Even if the people under that roof hated me and made me feel like an absolute freak, I had some twisted version of s

Setting the brightly colored water bottle down with a hollow, pathetic thud that echoed in the silent office, Dr. Chatmory forced himself to stand. His legs felt like lead, weighed down by the sheer, paralyzing terror still coursing through his veins. The primal survival instinct driving him, however, was far stronger than the bone-deep exhaustion threatening to pull him under.He moved frantically, almost clumsily, to his desk. The harsh, blue light of his computer monitor illuminated his pale, sweat-slicked face as he pulled up every single encrypted file he had just filled out for Ginny Ellery Blackwood. His fingers flew across the keyboard, bypassing firewalls of medical ethics to print every detailed, damning note of her toxin exposure. The printer hummed and whirred, spitting out the paper like a confession. He gathered the warm sheets, the lab slips, the toxicology requests—anything and everything he could get his hands on that the group had touched or breathed on while they we