Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Silver Wolf: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

Two hours later, Kieran stood in the Alpha King's private study once more, this timealone with the monarch.The transport team was being assembled. Medical equipment loaded. Guards briefedon the route and potential threats.But Kieran needed answers first."They knew," he said without preamble. "The Covenant. They knew exactly where tostrike. Exactly when. They knew about the royal guards you stationed, because theybrought enough rogues to overwhelm them.""I know." The Alpha King's expression was grim. "Which means they have intelligenceon our movements. Possibly a spy.""In my pack?""Or in mine." The king poured two glasses of whiskey, handing one to Kieran. "Theattack was too coordinated. Too precise. Someone told them when and where to strike."Kieran downed the whiskey in one swallow. "So what do we do?""We adapt." The king settled into his chair, gesturing for Kieran to sit. "The Covenantjust showed their hand. They're desperate enough to launch a direct assault on a ro

The medical transport vehicle rumbled through the night, its reinforced frame absorbingthe rough terrain between Moon River Pack and the palace. Inside, Kieran sat besidethe stretcher where Ennis lay unconscious, his breathing shallow and labored. The packmedic had stabilized him as much as possible, but the wound was too severe. Withoutintervention—without Fiona's gift—Ennis wouldn't survive the night.Siobhan sat across from them, her face pale in the dim interior lighting. She'd beensilent for the first hour of the journey, watching the medic check Ennis's vitals, watchingher father's haunted expression, watching the royal guards who flanked their vehiclewith military precision. But now, as they crossed into royal territory, her silence broke."Dad." Her voice was quiet but firm. "I need you to tell me what's going on."Kieran looked up from Ennis's still form. "Siobhan—""No." She leaned forward, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. "No more deflecting. Nomore protecting

The palace's main entrance was chaos.Royal guards flanked the doorway, their expressions grim. Palace staff had beencleared from the area, but a few lingered in the corridors, watching with morbid curiosity.The Alpha King stood near the entrance, his face grave as he spoke with the head ofthe medical team. And Vivienne Blackwood stood in the shadows near a marble pillar, a bottle of water clutched in her hand.Fiona barely registered any of it. Her eyes were locked on the stretcher being carriedthrough the doors.Ennis.His face was pale—too pale. His red hair was matted with sweat and blood. The packmedic had bandaged his side, but the white gauze was soaked through with crimson. AnIV bag hung from a pole attached to the stretcher, the line running into his arm.He looked small. Fragile. Nothing like the strong, protective brother she'd always known."Ennis." The word came out as a sob.Fiona rushed forward, but Callum caught her arm. "Let the medics work—""I need to see him.

Medics swarmed around Ennis's stretcher, their movements precise despite theurgency. One checked his vitals while another cut away the blood-soaked bandages. Athird prepared an IV line with fresh blood—they'd need transfusions, and quickly."BP is dropping," someone called out. "Eighty over fifty and falling.""Get that line in now," the head medic—a stern woman named Dr. Ashford—ordered."And someone find out his blood type from the pack records.""O-negative," Kieran said from the doorway, his voice hoarse. "Same as me.""Good. We'll need you to donate." Dr. Ashford didn't look up from Ennis's wound. "Thisis deep. The claws punctured his lung. We need to stabilize the bleeding before we caneven think about surgery."The Alpha King stood beside Kieran, his arms crossed, his expression carved fromstone. But his eyes—his eyes betrayed his fear. "Will he survive?" Kieran asked quietly."I don't know." Dr. Ashford's honesty was brutal. "The wound is severe. He's lost toomuch blood.

The royal clinic had become a war zone. The sharp tang of antiseptic stung the air, nearly overwhelmed by the scent of blood and adrenaline. Shouts and the clatter of metal instruments filled the cramped space, as nurses darted between patients, faces drawn tight with exhaustion and fear. The overhead lights cast harsh white pools across the linoleum floor, illuminating trails of red and brown where shoes had tracked blood. Somewhere, a child whimpered—a sound quickly muffled by a nurse's gentle voice. The walls, once a soothing pale blue, seemed to vibrate with anxiety, reflecting the urgency that buzzed through every member of the staff.Two stretchers now occupied the main treatment room. Ennis on one side, his breathing shallow and labored, his vitals still dangerously unstable. Callum on the other, unconscious, his head bandaged, monitors beeping steadily beside him. An oxygen mask fogged with each shallow breath, and a nurse checked the IV line threaded into his arm with practic