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Delice shut the door behind her, taking two steps into the room and going no further. "You are with Oliver?" She asked, her face unreadable, her hands behind her. Carefully tucking away the pillow, Laura walked a little closer to her, her hands wrapping up her black hair on a quick bun. "Yes." "Laura." Delice's dead heart broke and the betrayal flashed in her eyes. "What is wrong with Oliver?" "You know very much what is wrong with Oliver." "It was in the past," she hissed. "You are not a child, Delice. Stop hanging unto fading memories. How many years ago was this?"

My jaw tightened as I stared at the dark liquid sloshing inside the cup. “She won’t disappear,” I said quietly. “Daniela will attack, soon.” There was a pause on the line. David knew it too. “She’s unstable,” he said. “Lauren’s arrest broke whatever restraint she had left. Psych profiles are flagging escalation.” I tightened my grip. “Which means she won’t wait.” “No,” David agreed. “She’ll go for the source.” My chest compressed, something hot and sharp pressing behind my ribs. “Elowen,” I said.

One Hour Later. Olivera's eyes fluttered open, blinking against the harsh light as she found herself lying on a soft bed. Confusion washed over her as she tried to piece together what had happened. How had she ended up here? And where was she? As she sat up, her head swimming with dizziness, a wave of disorientation washed over her. The room spun around her, making her feel nauseous and disoriented. She reached out to steady herself, her fingers trembling as they grasped at the sheets beneath her.

Theodore stated as Kelly nodded. Eyes avert to Dimitri's Lawyer who stood up with some documents submitting it to both the judge and the jury. "As you can see my honor we were able to get a hand on this documents that proved Delilah had systemized amnesia." The judge and the jury were confused. This is what Delilah had hope since her systemized Amnesia was just a rumor so many would have doubts believing his words.

I pulled the other case files—the boy from the first isolation room, the newly mated woman with the wrong-smelling mate, and half a dozen Stage One charts from Ashvale. Spread them flat across the bench. Every column told the same story: decline, steady and uninterrupted, the disease advancing on schedule like it had never once been asked to negotiate. Oliver's chart didn't match any of them. His body wasn't declining on schedule. It was arguing with something. 'Something is fighting,' Eira offered. 'Or something refuses to surrender,' I answered. Neither version let me breathe any easier. I looked up at the ceiling without meaning to. He was two floors above me, asleep, breathing evenly eno

All the furniture is completely destroyed. “Are you okay?” I ask Oliver as he stares at his father on the floor. “Just peachy,” he grumbles, wiping the blood and sweat residue on his jeans. ‘Doctor Lee, I need you to come to the pack house immediately,’ I link the best doc in our pack. He’s not far, so it shouldn’t take long to arrive. ‘Yes, Beta Robert.’ His response is something I’ve always liked about him. “Lee will be here shortly,” I tell Oliver. He just scoffs and storms out the door, slamming it behind him and joining his mate and my family.

My name filled in where Claire's and Madison's had been. Diagnosis: Delusional disorder with erotomania features. Recommended treatment: Long-term psychiatric hospitalization. Declan's signature at the bottom, bold and undeniable. "He was going to have me committed." The words came out hollow. "He was planning my erasure just like the others."

Chief Physician Moren nearly dropped his pen, one of the scholars looked seconds away from forgetting how breathing worked, and even Selene’s quill stopped above the parchment mid-sentence. Across the chamber, Halrem stared at Draevor in complete stillness as the realization settled heavily over everyone present. The barbarian had somehow turned an elite physician symposium into a public medical confession. After a long moment, she quietly lowered the protocol sheet onto the table. “Chief Moren,” she said without taking her eyes off Draevor, “kindly note a new syndrome for the infirmary records.” Moren swallowed. “Y-yes, Your Majesty.” “Advanced northern delusion,” Halrem continued coolly. “

The hallway was quiet, too quiet, broken only by distant murmurs and occasional indistinct sounds that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at once. Diana’s steps slowed slightly as they walked deeper inside. Her heart began to beat faster, though she couldn’t explain why. A nurse passed by without paying them much attention. Diana pushed the door open and stepped inside. Her eyes scanned the room quickly. Then stopped. On the floor. Lauren. She was seated on the cold ground, her body leaning against the side of the bed. Her hands gripped the metal frame tightly as she rocked gently back and forth. Her head moved rhythmically—forward, backward, forward, backward—each time hitting light

“We both don’t know how long, so it’s entirely possible that she could have been targeted, and just back there was when the drug hit her.” “Still…” my thought trailed off. My head was all over the place, trying to dissect everything about tonight. “There’s something not right here.” “You think we’re missing information?” Lauren asked as she tried to look over my state of mind. “Come, let’s get her and sit in the car and talk this over.” “Three….” We both heard Dimitria say in her sleep. But was she saying because she was dreaming or because we could have potentially missed something? “Three…”